Our Music

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Improv 2002

Our music,

is without a band,

without a symphony.

Our music,

comes from deep within,

our heart and soul alike.

Our music,

has no tune or pitch,

it’s not sung or hummed.

Our music,

is words,

it’s poetry.

Caste to one another,

in the coffee house,

night after night,

after night.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 1-8-02. It's my 106th improv.

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Haley's Comet's picture

Absolutely brilliant!
I love this poem