Yard Sale of Thoughts

When an artist’s instrument is an extension
of their soul, I make sojourn to their show, and likely,
leave with a ‘tear in my hand,’ eternal youth,
and “pieces of me you’ve never seen”
sparkling and exposed.

Live music helps me reach my full potential.

A surprise playlist, a twist of events,
the famous interpretations,
unmissable.

Life is truly one, long musical.

Buy the the t-shirt and the vinyl,
but it’s the experience that’s essential.

Even with a bad view, the artist glows.
Catch “a ride to the moon” in each refrain.

Live music is miraculous healing.

A tune we return to again and again
in times of suffering
and then in celebration.

Music is the holy grail;

a reunion with the divine.

©2025|K.F.Hartless

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Cover Art: Alain Donate

GloPoWriMo #25: Today we’d like to challenge you to write a poem that recounts an experience of your own in hearing live music, and tells how it moves you. It could be a Rolling Stones concert, your little sister’s middle school musical, or just someone whistling – it just needs to be something meaningful to you.