Music can be anything
It can be the tree branches
Knocking on your window
It can be the wind
Whistling a song
Music is everywhere
You just have to find it
You can find music in city streets
It's a choir of horns engines and footsteps
You can find music in a kitchen
The clang of the pots and pans are cymbals
You listen to music everyday
But some are not patient enough
To stop and try to find it
They just brush it off their shoulders
Like its a piece of lint
Nobody likes lint
People should accept music into their lives
People should accept it as a gift
God has made everything
And everything has a purpose
The water is to drink
The sun is to keep warm
Music's purpose is to create happiness in a world of gray
It's to spread smiles on your face when your sad
It's to be appreciated by millions, billions, and trillions
Music is meant to be enjoyed.
