The Beats

So, another beautiful summer morning, Dear Readers!
Now that I’ve decided to make a come back at poetry, here is one where I’ve re-programmed myself, and have begun a series of poems with various poetic forms.
Today’s form of poetry is a sonnet, with the prompt of Music.

THE BEATS

Always, she’ll be here in my heart,
Her presence is itself a bliss,
Like the lyrics of a song.

You gotta be a superb flirt,
To train the fingers on the keys,
The old Piano’s waiting for long.

Strings, of violin, they blurt out,
The only tune they miss,
The drums too, beat along

The Notebook pages, they encrypt
The flutes sing in a hiss,
Her passion for life, so strong.

She isn’t seen anywhere, anymore
Though she’s the beat of the heart!

*This is self generated prompt and form of poetry and not a part of any contest or any other blogging community.
Fellow bloggers are welcome to form a chain and make their own blog posts in similar regard. 🙂