The Language Of My Soul Poem by Jona PoloRamirez

Music soothing to the troubled mind
Absence of lyrics but only in the mind,
Words travel down as music burbles out
Slowly treks from the brain to the heart.

Listen with your mind as the meaning
Of the sound, reveals to your eyes what your
Heart beats out. The bouncing of the rhythm
Registered in the mind, is on its way again
To the weary and restless mind.

Up above the clouds- the music thus revived
On its way again to an aching lonely heart,
Below a sea of clouds with small hills they
Stand out, getting smaller as the sound of
Non-lyrical rhyrmic music, fades out.

Lost soul up in heaven looking for a space
Something that's denied living in human's place,
Non-lyrical tunes, escape goat for some peace,
But none that can be sought might as well be...
Some place else...