What Is Music?

What Is Music? long poem

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What is music, one questions
It’s something beyond the most vivid imagination
Beyond the golden shine of the daffodil fields at sunset
With their faint reflection in the crystal blue heavens above
About the cherry rosettes delicately sewn on a snowy dress
Of the frothy and chocolaty latte from the cosy store one loves
It’s magical, like a baby taking his first steps
And giggling in accomplishment even though he fell
It’s like joy of day after the long agonizing nights that one had wept
Pure elation and wonder, like a child receiving Santa’s mail
Stories about how the brave knight saved the princess
Tales of handling disasters and dealing with adversity
Regarding how crimson sunbirds sing along with one united chirp
Of the streams of cars that flow in the veins of the city
And the percussion of a beating heart in one’s chest
But most of all, what music really is
It’s something more than an enjoyment
A form of freedom, a form of entertainment
To forget all of our sorrows, raise hopes for a better tomorrow
It’s special and dreamy, it’s hard to explain
Deft fingers on the black and white keys contoured by a sunrise
Then gone with the wind, with the melody, is one’s pain
That is music

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Semi-sweet and a little nutty. Introverted, socially awkward, but still easy-going and loves penning short legacies in poetry. Big on all things red, and passionate about music. Down-to-earth and enjoys short walks in mother nature's embrace. Smile people, today's going to be a great day. Try stuff you've never tried, go places, venture abroad and live a life you will remember.
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wow now that IS music, it plays us every time through sadness, death, marriage, happiness and takes us up into another world at times. Wonderful poem.


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