I like music

I like music


I like music
I feel the clouds.
My soul is clean
When I'm alone
And I'm still listening to music
- Wherever you are.

In music one hears
Peace, harmony
Sorrows and joys.
With music, there are children
Poor or rich they are happy,
And sometimes sad ...
Suddenly ....
The song is over,
It's over my poem
And my thoughts.
Tiago Fé de Pinho  20-11-011