haunting poetry sung
to languid strum of acoustic guitar
penetrated my ear
untied my heart strings
left me bleeding
longing
on hardwood floor
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
haunting poetry sung
to languid strum of acoustic guitar
penetrated my ear
untied my heart strings
left me bleeding
longing
on hardwood floor
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Beautiful – I can picture you, or me, or anyone, in this situation, being moved to silence.
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Thank you Ward. I have occasionally met people who do not like music, who are not moved by music. I have always been someone who gets lost, transported, by it
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Me too. I cant understand not being so. Music is my favorite drug.
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It is also an integral part of my creative process and can set me free when I am blocked. I probably indulge too much in the heartbreakingly beautiful variety but it reminds me that I feel, that I am human, that pain can be turned into something transcendent
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It can express what we can’t at the time. I am also inspired by music of all kinds. Especially in other languages.
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When words fail, music speaks. . .
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Yes, true
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This expression.. Wow
To have crafted it so beautifully ❤
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Thank you so much!
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Masterfully crafted. Music may not be my muse, but it is definitely the horse she rides when she visits.
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It always has the ability to take me somewhere emotionally. Sometimes it reflects my mood, sometimes it sets my mood.
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