The Wonders Of Music- Not a Rhyming Poem

A short poem about music.

Percusion, Wind, Words

The beats surround like a blanket on a cold winters night,

the words swiftly float along.

We listen as we close our eyes tight,

for music comforts us much more then light

Author's Note

I know there is a few grammar mistakes so please don't be rude and point them out.