Listen.
Open your ears and quiet down.
Do you hear that?
No?
Well, listen more closely.
Slowly,
The rhythmic beats rise
And we hear it.
The snare rolls
And the bass drum beats
A danceable beat.
The cymbals crash,
And we continue to listen.
The harmonies soar,
The bass line vibrates
In our eardrums.
Now, it is almost complete.
Soon the melody calls to us,
A pleasing sound that draws us in.
The piano plays
A catchy tune,
That makes us want to
Whistle.
A guitar riff takes over
And we feel
The groove,
Swaying,
Our eyes start to close.
The music engulfs us now.
Stress leaves us,
Sadness follows,
And all that remains is
Happiness.
Pure happiness.
EntertainmentMar 06, 2017
Our Melody: A Poem
This is what it's like to let music consume you; don't let it go to waste.
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