by: Tripp <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />the soothing sounds of a piano to a guitar the sounds they make <br />the feeling It brings when the piano sings playing the strings of a guitar <br />the times come and goes as the music grows <br /> <br /> <br />in the heart of those who play <br />thinking of that one thing that brings epiphany to that instrument you play <br />as you hold and take care playing with hopes and dreams the music slips through <br />and sings <br /> <br /> <br />i can't get enough of what it does to me <br />when i hear that sound that voice <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />the music she brings to my heart when I'm with her <br />her voice is the epiphany to my heart <br />holding on to her the music keeps playing <br /> <br />my heart keeps beating as the music plays <br />i keep dreaming dreaming holding on hoping this song will never end <br />dreaming to fall in love with this instrument forever <br /> <br /> <br />she is my instrument<br /><br />preston trip<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-music-comes-and-goes/
