the world is alight with music. there is music in everything. even if you can't see it, it is there. the slight breeze blowing is awash in music. lilting tones, soft piano notes
the trees swaying in the breeze are dripping in music. crescendos, decrescendos, each branch hitting a staccato note in its movement.
the flowers dancing in the meadow dream in music. twangy guitar strums, playing a sweet bouncy melody. what a joy it is to be alive dancing with this music, they say.
the thunder and rain and lightning strike chords of music. cymbal crashes, bass drum hits, flutes screeching high pitched, wild, and beautiful. discordant yet harmonious.
the music alight in the voices of humans walking together, a melodious laugh, a strident yell, the soft muffled notes of weeping
the world is awash in music. there's music in everything. it's there, i swear. i hear it everyday
the cacophony of sound
haunting my every move
there is music in everything
awash in music
YOU ARE READING
thoughts on the wind
Poetrystarted Feb. 08, 2018 if you're looking for mediocre to horrible poetry, you're in the right place i'm a champ at the mediocre to horrible this serves two purposes for me 1. an outlet 2. creativity challenge hope you enjoy
