Beautiful Music Poem by the hungrypoet.co.uk

Beautiful Music

Rating: 5.0


You play me with your clumsy hands,
I acquiesce to your demands.
Thin melodies don’t quell the ache,
Nor deeper bass lines in me wake.
No culminating breathless swoon,
I’d rather strum a solo tune.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Vlad Alucard 23 February 2011

Great metaphor in this piece.

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