[fish hawk]

 WHAT IS MUSIC

What is music
But some lines on a paper
With little black dots and flags
    Until someone picks up the violin

What is life
But a matter of time
And the routine I choose to follow
    Until you enter the room

What is love
But a loosely used word 
In songs and verse by lonely poets
    Until you grew around my heart

And at that point
    I discovered music,life, and love.

[Billie]

Oh, fish hawk, I wish that I’d had that poem a little earlier - my opening tomorrow could have used it. :( If I could hear from you (and Lori, if this is not the one you were talking about earlier?), I would still change my poem for the graphic in the morning, but do not want to ‘claim’ something I shouldn’t.

[JustAmy]

I love this new poem, Fish Hawk.

Thank you for sharing it.

[Mama_Bear]

Oh, well.....there you go again! *sigh* Another fish hawk poem to add to my collection of favorites. Thank you!