What is happiness?
What is sadness?
What is grief?
What is desire?
What is emotion?
If anyone had a factual answer to these questions, I would not believe them. Because I don’t trust that joy is found by releasing a certain substance amongst our veins. No. I believe laughter is not fabricated by the amount of exercise we do, or the quantity of money we have gained. I believe genuine smiles are gained from something much more meaningful.
It is acquire by the small things surrounding us, the things that we may sometimes take for granted. The things we don’t fully appreciate until they are gone. What catalyses this feeling, varies from person to person. Everyone is distinctive. Yet, everyone shares a certain common ground. Music.
What is music?
Music. Merely decibels sounding at a ranged pitch. Just like screaming, or whispering. But there’s something hidden amongst the notes of the treble clef, or the pounding bass lines of the lower octave. Something that means more then you could believe. Music is the faith that blares through our souls, encases our sprit with infatuated emotion. It is the salvation we all silently beg for.
It unites us with the one thing we cling for. Hope. Hope that we are not alone. Hope that we are not just small pawns in this unalterable game they call life. Hope that when we die, we have not really lost.
And music can mean many different things. To one person it could mean a guiltily pleasure of bubblegum Britney Spears or to another it could signify an individuality, in a unique and undiscovered indie band.
We all take pride in these musical strides. Whether we realise this or not. Music is the emotion which is not merely confined by generic lyrics or a manufactured soft rock melody. We can point out that we only comply to one genre. We can say that screamo is a pathetic excuse for talent, or that country should never have been thought of, but this isn’t how we truly feel. Because it’s the songs that we believe in, the styles that trigger a sort of pain, or pleasure, that set us apart from one another.
What is life?
This may be the hardest of all questions, because no one has ever had the answer, nor will they, no matter how hard they strive to find it. But we have to rejoice in the things we do understand. The things we have a certain passion for. The things like music.
See too me, music is life. We all get confused by the ever changing beats in the tune, but I think we have to end up appreciating, that to understand is completely beyond us. And all we can really expect, is to one day faintly recognize the lyrics, but not to question the meaning.
And when we do that, we will have found absolution for our hearts, for our souls. And we will have found it in music.
The world relies on many sensations, good or bad, we all experience them. But old or young, black or white, music will not change. It has the power to let us see clarity, to overlook these trivial details of existence.
It has the strength to let us feel. And sometimes, that is all we can really ask for.
What is sadness?
What is grief?
What is desire?
What is emotion?
If anyone had a factual answer to these questions, I would not believe them. Because I don’t trust that joy is found by releasing a certain substance amongst our veins. No. I believe laughter is not fabricated by the amount of exercise we do, or the quantity of money we have gained. I believe genuine smiles are gained from something much more meaningful.
It is acquire by the small things surrounding us, the things that we may sometimes take for granted. The things we don’t fully appreciate until they are gone. What catalyses this feeling, varies from person to person. Everyone is distinctive. Yet, everyone shares a certain common ground. Music.
What is music?
Music. Merely decibels sounding at a ranged pitch. Just like screaming, or whispering. But there’s something hidden amongst the notes of the treble clef, or the pounding bass lines of the lower octave. Something that means more then you could believe. Music is the faith that blares through our souls, encases our sprit with infatuated emotion. It is the salvation we all silently beg for.
It unites us with the one thing we cling for. Hope. Hope that we are not alone. Hope that we are not just small pawns in this unalterable game they call life. Hope that when we die, we have not really lost.
And music can mean many different things. To one person it could mean a guiltily pleasure of bubblegum Britney Spears or to another it could signify an individuality, in a unique and undiscovered indie band.
We all take pride in these musical strides. Whether we realise this or not. Music is the emotion which is not merely confined by generic lyrics or a manufactured soft rock melody. We can point out that we only comply to one genre. We can say that screamo is a pathetic excuse for talent, or that country should never have been thought of, but this isn’t how we truly feel. Because it’s the songs that we believe in, the styles that trigger a sort of pain, or pleasure, that set us apart from one another.
What is life?
This may be the hardest of all questions, because no one has ever had the answer, nor will they, no matter how hard they strive to find it. But we have to rejoice in the things we do understand. The things we have a certain passion for. The things like music.
See too me, music is life. We all get confused by the ever changing beats in the tune, but I think we have to end up appreciating, that to understand is completely beyond us. And all we can really expect, is to one day faintly recognize the lyrics, but not to question the meaning.
And when we do that, we will have found absolution for our hearts, for our souls. And we will have found it in music.
The world relies on many sensations, good or bad, we all experience them. But old or young, black or white, music will not change. It has the power to let us see clarity, to overlook these trivial details of existence.
It has the strength to let us feel. And sometimes, that is all we can really ask for.
Author notes
ok, before you tell me, this isnt a poem. but i'm applying to a music store for a job, and i wanted to include something in my resume to say how passionate i am.
construstive critisim much welcomed.
A contest entry
- Passion by Rhythm Child.
550 points, ended December 8, 2008, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - once again - 4 OPTIONS (PW ALLOWED) by Rhythm Child.
400 points, ended January 24, 50 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - A contest for The Musician (PW Included) by Samantha Marie.
1000 points, ended May 15, 21 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
be ORGINAL. the world doesn't need {ANOTHER} faker. ((so DON'T take my work))
Comments
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mmmm this is great. And I think that anything with emotion and passion like this deserves to be called a poem. This is just in free write form. This was amazing, thank you for entering. I hope you get the job


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i can see the fire in your passion in music here.
a strong poem with an impactful message in what you believe in
i felt that this was a conversation with yourself, so it got a little long-winded in certain parts.
but overall, i agree with your views and i think you have a strong Individuality.
thanks and have a blessed new year

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I love your picture, is that paperclip in the form of a trombone?
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Thank you
but it's an old pic.
do you play trombone? [I do
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A great entry
thanks for taking part, wishing you luck would be an insult to your talent so take care
message me for anything
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this is good good luck
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This is good. I'm not going to tell you this isn't a poem. It is a great description. No one can really describe life or what music is. I'm a BIG music fan myself. I consider music my religion. Again, no one can really describe what music and what life is with words. It's so much more than that. Anything anyone says is only a little description. Thanks for entering. Good luck
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