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TITLE (EDIT)
Music Is Our Language
DESCRIPTION
A love poem about a couple that play in two different "Families" and yet they still love each other even though one is a "Woodwind" and the other's a "Brass" player. And they know that "forever our(their) music will play."


[183 words]
AUTHOR
Ramona L Rigby
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Ramona L. Rigby is a thoughtful young woman trying to understand the world through song and beat. One of her pastimes is playing Clarinet in her high school band. She resides in Ohio.
[September 2011]
AUTHOR'S E-MAIL ADDRESS
yellowsubfan@gmail.com
AUTHOR'S OTHER TITLES (2)
Father Can't You See? (Poetry) A poem where the narrorator pleads for their father to see their pain. [138 words]
Pain Is Just A Cloud (Poetry) The poem is about a person that is saddened by their pain [124 words]
Music Is Our Language
Ramona L Rigby

Two families different,
yes we are,
That's exactly what brass and woodwinds are,

Music is our language,
no matter our families,
brass and woodwinds make a lovely mix,
of a deep bass line and a melody trill,
forever more,
forever still,

Yet when were together,
I want it to be forever,
Though the others don't understand,
Our sections cringe when you take my hand,

They dissagree on our ways,
but forever together shall we stay,
because "I love you" is what I say,
Only our close freinds know what I mean,
when it seems I sing,

"Only You" plays through my head,
And thinking of "Silly Love Songs",
Is all I do,
Realize that I'm thinking of you,

Music is our language,
no matter our families,
brass and woodwinds make a lovely mix,
of a deep bass line and a melody trill,
forever more,
forever still,

Yet when were together,
I want it to be forever,
Though the others don't understand,
Our sections cringe when you take my hand,

Music is the language of love,
our "Daytime Delema" will never be one,
So will you join me in this eternal song,
I'll play my Clarinet,
and maybe your Trombone will play along,
with Music the language of love,
no matter what others say,
we both understand that forever our music will play.

 

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STORYMANIA PUBLICATION DATE
September 2011
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