Goosebump Melodies

A poem about the effects a powerful piece of music can have on us.

Goosebump melodies

A note on its own, is devoid of emotion
Amongst the others, a key ingredient to the potion
The right combination, always majestic not bland
It speaks a different language, one not of this land

Without words the soul, is the only one who listens
Occasionally letting go, of memories that glisten
The crystals of liquid, can be of joy or of pain
The feelings invoked, words fail to explain

It doesn't force its way in, it only enters with invitation
Your heart must be open, for it to have its salvation
The wick is now lit, its ember won't dishearten
The song is the seed, the willing populous its garden

Once the soul is awakened, there's no going back
The lenses are changed, the old ones have cracked
The world more vibrant, clarity now increased
A new perspective you welcome, the old one deceased.

Reviews

[Max Hernz]

Yes! Kind of feels like this- to write music.