People think it's Strange

This is based on my deep appreciation for classical and instrumental music and how the people I encounter don't understand it like I do.

Crescendo, Decrescendo

Accelerando, Ritardando

Every song lifts me up a thousand feet

Every song makes me fly

Every song is understanding

Every song makes me cry

People think it's strange

Then again

People don't think at all

Clean, pure, genuine, true

People think this is strange?

I'm listening...

Two feet scurrying through uncharted forests

Leaves crunching, crinkling, crumpling

But the song changes

Rain drops over a calm river

Radiating a note each

Creating its own symphony

The song changes

Sitting, sleeping, floating, pondering

The sun bids me farewell

The stars and moon tell me stories

I can stay here, wherever 'here' was

I don't have to be anywhere

Please anyone

Feel worry, grief, nothingness

People think this is strange

Author's Note

What do you think? Honestly.

Reviews

[V.J.C.]

I honestly think this is a really great poem, enjoyable read. Words flow easily and i devoured the words quickly,Thanks for the read.