366 Poems: August 2nd, 2016

Your Tune

When you realize your life

is entirely  a song,

your whispers a triangle,

your shouting a gong,

your singing a trumpet,

your crying a flute,

your praying a trombone,

your speaking a lute,

your loving a French horn,

your hating a drum,

your caring a rock band,

your losing a strum,

and your heart, a beat

that resounds through the air…

Don’t ever tune out

the music you hold there.

“Mystic Marching Band”
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