And when I am old, and my flesh is failing, and my spirit grows - TopicsExpress



          

And when I am old, and my flesh is failing, and my spirit grows weak, give me music as my iron lung. Drums to prod my heart to beat strong again to its steady cadence. Guitar fluid and pure to urge my veins to carry their cargo electric once more. Voice to beg my lungs contract and expand, each breath to whisper its quiet harmony . Carry me upon your crescendo to begin again at the coda, so that I may lose myself forever in your symphony. For what else but music is nearer the voice of God, that this mortal vessel would dare not listen and obey?
Posted on: Fri, 27 Sep 2013 07:51:39 +0000

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