Music Defined

 

I hear the rhythm develop.

The reaching

Grasping

Inventions.

Tell the people to train their ears!

To listen to life where music flows freely—

Where complexities are simplified

and simplicity evolved

Into pristine harmony.

The keys of life with a story to tell,

No prose can handle to pose

as such beauty from Invention of the mind.

 

The Saxophone yelps its passion,

then fury, then peace.

The trumpet roars, loud. Defiant. 

The lions bellow with an eagles careful

and mindful precision.

The pianos flight perched and prepared

to evolve on a whim of the artist’s decision,

The voice of the worlds;

A world of various voices

In harmony...

To sing to a single tune would be impossible,

And sing to all different just noise some would argue—

But is not noise music raw,

Beauty clear with every flaw,

And people its mother and father,

All different, all the same,

All equal, but separated by personality, structure, determination, age, wisdom, love, art—

 

The rhythm engulfs the world to beat to one heart.

Author's Note

Let me know what you think

Reviews

[John McGrael]

i really like it man... i didnt know you wrote...

but its super good

check out some of my stuff, my favorite poem of mine is "the seedling"