Music

The beat,

Steady,

Changing,

Loud,

Soft,

The heartbeat of the masterpiece,

A perfect image,

Ever changing,

Everlast ing.

The Lyrics,

Divine,

Mundane,

Comical,

Solemn,

Significant,

Empty,

Powerful,

Weak,

The breath of this perfect imperfection,

The life of a perfect image,

Embodiment of the Earth’s soul,

A whisper of love,

Or a scream of hate,

Only more reason to close your eyes and let her welcome you.

Her message,

Sweet and true,

A blessed gift,

Not a tragedy,

Nor a sin,

Sometimes feels like a “pit of vipers”,

Sometimes feels like “a little piece of heaven”.

She uses the voice of many,

To convey her words to those who listen.

Why would one be thankful for this?

Why would one say they are most thankful for this?

Music,

It is just a convenience,

It will always be there,

Why be thankful for such a common thing?

Music,

It’s just a mix of sounds,

Whether appealing to one,

Or the next,

All music is and will ever be is sound,

A mix of one note after the other,

Break it down,

It’s nothing,

Just a random chance happening,

Worth what exactly?

Why I’m thankful for music,

For her,

Is because of

Her messages,

Her meanings,

Her many voices,

Her many styles,

Her being there all the time,

And most of all,

How if taken apart,

She means nothing,

But together,

She is more than one can ever comprehend.