Music
Swelling and pounding
Timid and soft
Shouting and rude
Whispering and kindSound travelling to my ears
Waves upon waves
Each tone
Each tune
Slightly higher or lower
Yet perfectly blended
Sparkling
As fingers move
Both fast and slow
And tongues hit
Slices of plants, metal, teeth
All to make
Our matured calls
Of the wildSolos and duets
Have nothing
On a skilled band
Playing together
Sewing themselves
Into each others sound
With never a need to
Expose or uncover
The secret undertones
Laying underneathFor though you can't hear us
Or sense that we are there
You would sense if we weren'tMusic
Is music to my ears
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River Flow: Poetry
PoetryHR: 289 This is my book for a 30 day writing challenge-esque camp for Poetry. I hope to complete it all. All of these poems will be my original work, and my favorites will be moved to my regular poetry book.