Written by Ilana Weinstein
I kind of like the music,
though it seems sort of sad.
A melancholy violin
with not a word to be had.
I kind of like the music;
it’s like a peek inside your brain.
Filled with words we haven’t spoken,
hoping our thoughts are still the same.
I kind of like the music,
it keeps the silence at bay.
For it makes it rather comfortable
neither of us knows what to say.
Does the thought of silence
send a chill down your spine?
Or does the music
keep away the questions
to which, of course,
you’d say, “I’m fine”?
I kind of like the music,
it brings a sort of peace.
A kind of balance
we can’t seem to find
as the world crumbles
under our feet.
I kind of like the music.
It’s just nice to hear.
And it’s been so very long,
my dear friend,
Since I’ve been lucky
to have you so near.
Art by Jake Barshick
Eyes + Words 
So honored! Thank you so much!
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Hi Eyes+Words. Thank you for liking my poem The Singer! Music breaks all boundaries. The Foureyed Poet.
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No problem, keep it up 🙂
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You’re the second metrical poet I’ve had the pleasure of coming in contact with since I started this blog, and I hope there are more of us. I enjoyed reading the poem aloud, a nice ride over your eccentric and well-done scansion.
Thank you very much for liking my November 2016!
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Beautiful rendition of music and its resonant comparison to emotions leaves the reader to be in passionate sway with every word. Yes words have become a music in your creation. Anand Bose from Kerala
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Thank you!
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exceptionally written. Music and emotions beautifully combined into words.
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Thank you so much!
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A great description of the effects music brings us. Beautiful words.
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I’m so glad you like it! Thank you so much!
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There was a time when life wasn’t so kind, but I turned the dial and all the while my ears had captured, the tone and as I home in upon my face was a grin.
Loved your poem!
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I’m so glad someone was able to connect to it, I really appreciate it!
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Being an musician i think this music is the greatest thing that stands as a comrade with us and nothing at all poimt of time, well buddy amazing one.
Like blood in the vein,
And wheels of a train.
Music runs this empty soul & enunciate my pain.
Yes its the string of guitar & beats of octaban.
That play the chords of my heart & runs this frantic brain.
At times the hefty noise of those metal bands
Make me rebound with with my banging head
Yes i can feel the soft spot of her heart with a mandolin in my hand.
May be its an Indian santur or scotish bagpiper,
Music unveil the only emotion, that can wet your eyes with tears.
Feeling neglected or felling dejected
Feeling low or feeling high
My musics is my only comrade, that shadow me like a guide.
Yes this music is the only comrade ,that shadow me like a guide.
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This is lovely…a touch of bitterness, a touch of longing…I kind of like your words
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You’re so sweet! Thank you so much!
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