I listen and I hear the sweet musical sound.
So intense I am falling to the ground.
I touch the grass that lay next to me.
Bands of light that only my ears can see.
Beating of a drum and crashing of a cymbal.
Still laying down listening , my mind is nimble.
The bellow of a man screaming his lyrics upon a stage.
Releasing his feelings from their horrible cage.
I hear the sounds coming from the trees, the ground, and the sky.
Music so amazing tears of joy are getting ready for me to cry.
Guitar strings are being strummed with grace.
Hands moving at a steady pace.
Energy so strong I feel I could soar the winds.
Music is one of my dearest friends.
This life I'm living would never be the same.
If my music was much more lame.
Author notes
Okay, I am a person that listens to *easy* music. I am a rock -n- roll person. I love screamo, any kind of metal, some emo [most], new rock, alternitive rock, indie rock, classic rock...and more.....Music is my life. I am not only a writer I am also a percussionist! Any questions just ask me!!
A contest entry
- Music. Saves. Lives. by Breezie.
525 points, ended July 9, 2008, 18 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Tell me the truth I don't care what it is.
Comments
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This has such great imagery. I could hear the music. I knew from your poem that you liked rock music. I love this poem because it shows the impact of music on the listener and of the people performing the music. I am a guitarist and singer!! I love rock music too. Who is your favorite band?
Anyways.........great job.
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Nice
Music is the one thing that is universal in this world.
you don't have to understand the words to feel the beat.
To bad more things are not like music. Good job...
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