There are caverns in my soul
carved by the waters and winds
of my life
they are smooth, colored, deep
and old
Music is the walls of the caverns
the sides, bottom,
music is what’s been ground away
and what’s left
music is the different shades of browns
and purples.
I can visit these caverns,
so vast, they never leave me
they are made of what music is made of
and that is why I vibrate
when I listen,
and that is why I cry,
and that is why I realize
what I am.
Music.
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