The Notes That Are Played Poem by deidre hassan

continuous
relax
come to think, love it
my notes, are my life
they determone the time i have left, which isn't much but might as well play the music beautifully
i would not listen to the music if it did not make my mouth water for more, if it would not ever so slightly lick my ears gently while passing through my consciencness
but luckly i can controll the notes my life plays.
if that was not so, i would sound so out of tune, so wrong, the melodie would be wrong, it would not match the beat. i.would.die.
but i am granted patience with all the beautifull music my life will ever endure.