Intro

This is The Soul Song.
This is the symphony, musical, libretto of the spirit. It sings of love & hate, joy & despair, heaven & hell. It doesn't however have a theme or genre.
It is not limited to the constraints of a tragedy or a comedy. It is only a score, independent of predetermined and written dynamics.
You are free to emphasize what you want and interpret as you would. You may take what you will, and leave what you don't.
This is my Soul Song; to me "The Soul Song!" But to you, this is but "a" Soul song... The prelude to your own. ;)

Let Your Soul Sing,
Aidan J. Shrowder

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

What I Touch

What I Touch
Aidan Shrowder
What I touch
Always dies
My fields of flowers
Never rise

The petals fall
From my rose
The crimson bud
Never smelt by nose
It kills me inside
It truly does
To see them frail
In all the rows

Not a single one
Yields true glow
Their dry or dead
In them there's no show

I must give up
Not ruin another,
Waste another seed,
Draw the dagger

It seems I can't;
Can't water my crop
I thirst it, or drown it
My shovel; I must drop
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