Fingers sore from strumming
Eyes tired and droopy
Mind not here or there
Melodies unknown, streaming in my veins
Its Music on my nerves
Singing stands up
Notes Scratching and forming
Touching places
Chords forming words,
Live conferencing
Touching places deep and dark
Tis Music on my nerves
Stretching its fingers
Inside my soul
Uncovering truth and lies
Bringing to light the shadows
To scrutinize my innermost
Harmonious sounds of worship
Cutting through my flesh
Its Music on my nerves
BEAUTIFUL! Music; my language.
ReplyDeletelol beat me to it!!! i like this one... i can almost visualize the semi dark room you wrote it in lol
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