Moreso, be the Music

There Is Nothing Equal To Poetry. 
 To Imbue Words With Colors. 
 Texts Soaked In Varying Timbres.
 Divine Percussive Syllables
 To Intone A Poem As It Swells And Falls 
 Enamored Words. 

 But More So To Music
 Is The Mystery.
 She Holds Meters Sacred Sweetness
 Conjoined With Melody 

 Words Subjective 
 Music Affective 
 Accomplish Together 
 What Words Alone 
 Are Barren Of.

Published by Silent Singer

The Silent Singer

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