The music

The music

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

The music is telling our story

melodic at times and crazy at others.

To watch the people dance

to our moments set to music

fills the night with the magic

I felt when I first looked at you.

How beautiful your eyes made me feel

when you saw nobody but me that night

How naive was I to think that it would last forever

It was as if we were puppets playing the roles of ourselves

receiving a standing ovation as we made our turns

You were holding me and I was floating in a dream

From then on nobody else could even compare to you

No matter how many shoves I give to push it away

the music always keeps it there

and I am back to that night

when my expectations for love were dictated by the music of us.

And then there is tonight

As we stand on opposites sides of the room

hearing our story set to music

briefly back to the days of horns and drums

that were played just for you and me.

© 2008 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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It's incredible just how powerful music can be, especially when a certain song can always take us back in time to where the feelings are right there in our heart like it was yesterday... very well written... powerfully emotional.

Posted 17 Years Ago


Very well done. You really describe heartbreak in a compelling and dramatic way, but it never goes into melodrama. The poem has a nice rhthym and pacing, so I felt like it mimics the music that you're hearing.

Posted 17 Years Ago



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Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sarah McKeever Hitt

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