For expressions so deep they need stage on high peaks
For thoughts so unique they make language look weak
For emotions so heavy and mighty words seemingly meek
Silence is a freak your trumpet will defeat
You must pour not leak, don’t creep take a leap…
over consciousness and reflex, have faith in instinct
Words from high still fall deaf on the land
Immutable song is a form all now understand
Intuition writes your song to each a seed sown
Unbind the thoughtful confines your song has grown
There’s no need to rehearse a well recognized unknown
For, forces of nature harmonize beeches and peaks
Music naturally translates as humanity speaks
Yes, music is the soul’s own speech…
The Broad Spectrum Life 
Music is the soul’s own speech.
Indeed. 😊
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I hear ya! And you’re in harmony.
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Nice! I love music!
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Marvellous,dear!!all lines are wonderfull speacially”intuition writes your song to each a seed sown…../silence is a freak ,your trumpet will defeat….”yeah.music is soul’s own speech.i admire your feeling in the poem.weldone.😊
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Yeah. Soul singing , I like that.
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