Music that is mine

 

  At last, something that rings out the sorrow from my old soul

A Beethoven of nature 

A healing hymn that straightens my spine till I exhale my guilt                                  

A stroke that paralyzes my mind from reality’s truth
A builder of a universe of bliss
 A star glistening shadows of yesterday into the future
like the tantrum of an earthquake after years  of slumber  

A harmony of angelic voices raining the notes of victory from one ear to another
 A birth of rhyme and unison of perfect melody
Unite all my senses so I can comprehend how you beat diseases with beats 

 Or that magical principle you use to empower with vowels    
 Who can define you when you are synthesized by a deity?
  Be blues, be highlife.
Be any combination of notes and time

 But in all your being just don’t forget to be mine.