When the music ceases;
it's then reality permeates
the troubled, anxious mind
Solace is thus broken
To wallow, though, would
be to give up
on dreams not yet
realised, experienced or spent
Her soul resonates; only
love she feels within
The beat reflects the
rhythm of her heart
Rhapsody of unrealised potential,
crescendos to fate's will
She sings to herself
but... is she heard?
© Debbie Razey 2014
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