Until I Hear It

I was listening to some music and decided to write a poem about the experience

Let’s break this down

Pound for pound

Letter by letter

Note by note

Music is the only sound

The pick me up that floats my boat

Pass me the soap

I’m taking a bath in the flowing rhythm and rhyme

Keepin’ the time Allegro bro, that’s dope

I’m just gonna soak

Take a seat and listen to the beat and meet

The magical feat that is found in our minds

Every brain cell hears the signs, listens, rewinds

Blind to everything but the feeling

Music is a sign of a mind healing

If seeing is believing

Then hearing is knowing

Blowing notes out of a trumpet

Hearing hopes from the drums

Strings from the guitar make gold out of bars

Listen in a studio or a car

I don’t care

But I’ll never be prepared for the next beat until I hear it

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.