16. Music

 

While I lack in talent,

Of musical aspirations,

Avidly, I listen and track,

The myriad of compositions

 

I can sway in joy,

And, cry copious tears,

I relish the trips into

The past many years.

 

A feeling of tranquility,

That envelops me,

There’s nothing like music,

That can set me free.

 

Unlike the fake listeners.

I don’t gesture and extol,

My music, like everything else,

Is deep within my soul.

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