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The Reward Of Song

_Why do we make our music?_
Oh, blind dark strings reply:
Because we dwell in a strange land
And remember a lost sky.
We ask no leaf of the laurel,
We know what fame is worth;
But our songs break out of our winter
As the flowers break out on the earth.

And we dream of the unknown comrade,
In the days when we lie dead,
Who shall open our book in the sunlight,
And read, as ourselves have read,
On a lonely hill, by a firwood,
With whispering seas below,
And murmur a song we made him
Ages and ages ago.

If making his may-time sweeter
With dews of our own dead may,
One pulse of our own dead heart-strings
Awake in his heart that day,
We would pray for no richer guerdon,
No praise from the careless throng;
For song is the cry of a lover
In quest of an answering song.

As a child might run to his elders
With news of an opening flower
We should walk with our young companion
And talk to his heart for an hour,
As once by my own green firwood,
And once by a Western sea,
Thank God, my own good comrades
Have walked and talked with me.

Too mighty to make men sorrow,
Too weak to heal their pain
(Though they that remember the hawthorn
May find their heaven again),
We are moved by a deeper hunger;
We are bound by a stronger cord;
For love is the heart of our music,
And love is its one reward.

poem by Alfred Noyes
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Feel The Music

What is music and why is it here?

Music is made for the ear.

To be made and played for many of decades.

To be embraced by different cultures and race,

Music

the heart of man

Only it seems now only a few understand

Music.

The upbeat the down beat the chords the rhythm it plays.

Exchanging and changing forever.

Music.

Not one man can take the responsibility for making the music the music made us.

You have to trust in the

Music

Classical Jazz, Swing, Country everything it brings.

Music.

Although music has a lot of names it will always remain the same

Music will always change.

The dramatic character of a story.

It will always end with the final glory.

Because of its graceful authority

music

Don't make music that embraces no heart

Make music that shall shine threw the dark.

Music lives every where.

Creating our atmosphere.

Our world circulates by the beat the music makes

So listen to the music see what is hidden in side.

Listen to the music shhhh! Close your eyes.

Unknown music is everywhere.

So open your ears stand clear

music it is taking over so beware!

There is no escaping

There is no replacing

There is no other so there is no point of looking further my brotha.

Without music where would I be?

It took sweet love music to create me.

The songs of Al green and Barry White stimulated the body so it is no fighting the

Music

Because the music doesn't fight u it hugs u kisses u loves u

Cause the music only can be true

'Lets make music', I've it heard said

But making music is not just in the bed

Music is made threw gospel beats threw the songs of rappers through the notes of the streets.

So let's make music my friend.

A sad moment in your life

'The rain is on your window pane' as Mary J. explains threw a song.

What more do I have to say music is made to be played.

There is no escapade

It is understood music is what it should be

Music is what it will always be

Okay! U understand now so read the music

That sings threw me

Read the music it is written so clearly

read my music

Make your own beat

So let me ask u do u feel the music that I've Just made

Do you feel the music running through your veins

Do you feel the music in my poetry song

Well, if u don't feel the music then something is wrong

Cause music are written in these words

just listen hush! Cause music will be heard

BY: TIFFANY BURTON

THE LOVE OF MUSIC INSPIRED ME

Ó 2006 Tiffany Burton

poem by Tiffany Burton
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Hey There, Mr. Lonely Heart

This song was first released on the one world album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Hey there, mr. lonely heart, if you could find the time
I would like to sit and talk, to see if we could find
The answer to the mystery of love's most precious seed
Is it in a touch or in a kiss or simply in the need
Or is it really love itself that always wants to give
The heart and soul of all of us and everything that lives
Hey there, mr. cold, cold heart, i know i could be wrong
To think that life could be so sweet and love could be so strong
As to gather everyone of us, like one big family
To share with one another all we have and all we see
It's true the deepest part of us is everywhere the same
And that the only differences are really just the names
We can join the children's song and show them that we care
Let them know we're on their side, no matter when or where
We can free their hearts from fear and hunger reconcile
We can give a child a chance and give a child a smile
True love is still the answer, and we are still the way
The gift is in the giving, and in living what we say
And if you have a lonely heart, this song is just for you
To ask for all that you can give and all that you can do
Remember that the mystery of love's most precious seed
Is in the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
It's in the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Within the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Within the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Within the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Within the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Within the heart of all of us, true love is all we need
Words and music by john denver

song performed by by John Denver
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Oh What A Love

Oh what a love, thatll bind the wounds of a loss and heal my heart
Oh what a love, to cast away the pain
Oh what a love, thatll bear for me the cost of a brand new start
Oh what a love, to let me begin again
Oh what a life, thatll brighten up the corners of a lonely life
Oh what a life, to cast away the rain
Oh what a life to remove the gloom I face in the dark alone
Oh what a life, I believe I can see again
I remember the day
We walked on the beach till sunset, then we sang
And the songs we played were a promise of love thatll honor beyond the grave
Oh what a song, learned from the sea taught slowly to the young
Oh what a song, to cast away the rain
Oh what a song, to break the bonds of fear and still the sound
Oh what a song, I believe I can sing again
I remember the day we met at a place of hope, I took what you gave
And the words wed say were a promise of love thatll honor beyond the grave
Chorus

song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Music Is My Life

MUSIC IS MY LIFE

I am just sitting here,
Making love to my guitar
Strumming out music,
My love doesn’t stray too far.

My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I’m singing,
I know there can be no wrong.

Hugs and kisses come easy,
From the strings that I caress.
There is nothing more pretty,
Than my guitar in full dress.

My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I’m singing,
I know there can be no wrong.

I am carried into ecstasy
With each note that floats out
Feel the music within me,
It’s busting its way out.

My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I’m singing,
I know there can be no wrong.

Play the music with me,
Sing and raise your voice.
You will feel the love of Music,
Your heart will have no choice.

My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I’m singing,
I know there can be no wrong.

Life cannot deny me love,
Or the music that’s inside me
The melodies are my heart and soul,
And it will always be my decree.

REB (FEB 2012) Dedicated to Twig Sullivan, because music is her life

poem by Rik Bertrand
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Music Is My Life

I am just sitting here,
Making love to my guitar
Strumming out music,
My love doesn't stray too far.

My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I'm singing,
I know there can be no wrong.

Hugs and kisses come easy,
From the strings that I caress.
There is nothing more pretty,
Than my guitar in full dress.

My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I'm singing,
I know there can be no wrong.

I am carried into ecstasy
With each note that floats out
Feel the music within me,
It's busting its way out.

My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I'm singing,
I know there can be no wrong.

Play the music with me,
Sing and raise your voice.
You will feel the love of Music,
Your heart will have no choice.

My music is my life,
And my love is a heart filled song.
As long as I'm singing,
I know there can be no wrong.

Life cannot deny me love,
Or the music that's inside me
The melodies are my heart and soul,
And it will always be my decree.

REB (FEB 2012) Dedicated to Twig Sullivan, because music is her life

poem by Rik Bertrand
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The Missing Gold

As smart as a snkae and as nimble as a rat,
As slow as a tortoise and as fast as a deer,
I am a hero from zero;
As lovely as a child and as romantic as a kiss,
As lonely as the forest and as soft as the wool,
My door is always open to you all;
And like the brooks of April rain in the forest of my home.

She is gone out of my hands but,
One day i will find her again to sing the love song together;
Because she cares more about you and i do care about her too.
Of her love so perfect and so sweet but,
One day i will find her again to know more about her muse.
Time took her away from me and i can't easily forget about her,
And like the first found bride of yester-eve;
But profane the soil now more.

I will surely find this missing gold one day,
And i will be a here in the strife;
So let the dead past bury its dead.
I am the one she will always remember in her life,
Ans of her heart of roses full of love;
But the art of loving her is like the time fleeting around my mind!
And the sound i hear now is like the dead that slumbers,
But i will act in living present with the care of her muse.

She will always be in my dreams and like,
The voices of the night when lovers meet;
But tomorrow we will meet again on this love gone too soon.
I am the true lover of her heart and she really knows that,
And like the fingerprints on the walls of love as exposed to all;
But love will always find a way on this issue at hand.

I have the golden key for her heart because,
The boundless wisdom makes the flowers of poesy bloom!
For she is all that the muse of love gave to me and,
I will always remember the days with her together.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Was Born Of Music

I was born of music, with rhythm in my blood.
My tunes are alive, and move like a rivers flood.
I walk down the long path of quivering notes,
And I make music out of legendary quotes.

Music is in my soul, I was born of its power,
It's with me every second, every minute and hour.
It is as if I was created in Cohen's Tower of song
And I feel that if that's so, it's not so wrong.

When I breathe the air that fulfills my life's dreams
What comes out is not all what it truly seems,
I exhale the music from my heart and soul,
And that is what makes my life feel very whole.

I am a river of music that flows through time
I am your love song, your rhythm and your rhyme.
I provide you comfort in your true time of need.
I am the lyrics of all life, for you all to read.

I was born of music, of this I am sure of,
Music, it consumes me, it's my only true love
Put your ear to the ground and listen to the earth
And you will hear and feel where music was birthed

Piano keys of white and black, guitar strings so thin
Drums ready to set the beat, a singer with a grin.
These are all friends of mine, that make my music bright,
These are all friends of mind that make my so life right.

REB (MARCH 2012) God Bless the music of the world, and those that make it.

poem by Rik Bertrand
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Song of Warriors and Saints

Sing me a song
That could lull me to sleep
And make me dream
Of my dream before I weep...

For in my sleep
I may see again
Visions I cannot remember
At dawn when I was awake.

And when my skin is seared
By the scorching heat
Of day, my sweet dreams
And the song can heal the pain.

Sing to me the song
Of a courageous warrior
In the field of battle
That leads to honor and the grave...

But in death, the warrior sees
The struggle to fight
For freedom and equality
Is his poem of elegy...

And in his wake,
The living sing a new song
And to his funeral they march
With a jaunty heart!

Sing to me the song
Of Solomon or Socrates -
The right way - or the road
To perdition and to shame!

Or the songs of angels
That lift my ailing spirit-
For the good and the truth,
In my heart, I always seek...

And with a melodious cry
My world is free of lies
And I live the life
I longed for before I die...

For the song in my dream
Is the song of all songs-
The song of warriors and saints!

poem by Jane Quijano
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Give Me Your Heart To Break

Give me your heart to break
And your freedom to take
Read my lips and be scared
dropp on your knees and beg

Give me your heart to break
Let's make a big mistake
Give no damn for your sake
Whether it's wrong or insane

Give me your heart to break
Spark your light and fade
I want your world to shake
Forget the dull life to share

Give me your heart to break
Give your reason to the dead
Find all the love is faked
Drown you in the cruelest hate

Give me your heart to break
Put the best fight at stake
Before the mask is cracked
Reveal your dangerous state

Give me your heart to break
For my soul that tainted black
Don't resist facing your fate
So we can end it without regret

Give me your heart to break
Dare yourself to play back
When night is the silence we make
Don't disturb it before we awake

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I Let A Song Go Out Of My Heart

I let a song go out of my heart
It was the sweetest melody
I know I lost heaven cause you were the song
Since you and I have drifted apart
Life doesnt mean a thing to me
Please come back, sweet music, I know I was wrong
Am I too late to make amends?
You know that we were meant to be more than just friends, just friends
I let a song go out of my heart
Believe me, darlin, when I say
I wont know sweet music until you return some day

I let a song go out of my heart
Believe me, darlin, when I say
I wont know sweet music until you return some day

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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