Whether bass or treble, brass or woodwind,
A melody sticks in our hearts, stuck in a mind.
A harmony sways much more than a finger
The way it turns emotional tides makes it all linger.
Through this push and pull, I found a heart
A lovely passion for this magical form of art.
A note or two can make everything feel warm
Or it can make tears come to your eyes
Notes can sound quite lovely, but also forlorn
If not combined right, they can make a sound most despise.
My heart and mind always sings
And I feel it is only fair.
The melodies give me wings,
Soaring through the graceful air
Now you see, there's magic
In every note, every breath.
It'll make us cheer or panic,
And my heart will sing until its death.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of the Wolf
PoetryPoems I've thought up and written down in my spare time (warning, some may be a tad depressing, but tis the nature of my mind I suppose.)
