Black dots.
here and there,
all over the page,
confusing the brain.
As they dance across the white paper,
they tell stories,
stories of adventure,
love,
mystery,
hate.
They move fast.
burning the fingers of those,
those who dare,
struggling to keep up.
A different language,
not Spanish,
not Italian,
not French,
but the unique,
abstract,
amazing
language
that is music.
These simple little marks,
that do so much,
make noise,
laughter,
tears,
applause,
seem so small
to really be so big.
These black dots,
Here and there,
all over the page,
make music,
song,
and much more,
influencing,
amazing,
and inspiring
those who listen.
YOU ARE READING
Music
PoetryThese are some poems that I wrote that came to me in the response to my inspiration from something I am dedicated to: music. So, all of you music lovers<3 enjoy! These are some of my first posts so I hope you like them!:)) and I hope you all remem...
