Here's another poem I wrote on music. I wrote it a couple of months ago for that one English project on new crit.
A Note of Expression

I have never been
A talkative person
Never been able to talk through things
But music is my words
Calming, soothing, slow
Like the faint rustling of water
In a brook,
Its zigzag form
Telling me to slow down, stop
For at least a count
The solemn notes
Of sorrow
Slow moving melodies
Delicate tear drops on sheets
Relieving the upheaval of stress
Giving needed peace
Music
Is my expression
1 comment:
I hafta agree with Josh that there's something about going psycho to good music...but I wish I could play some kind of instrument. I only ever played the alto recorder, which I really liked for some reason. I played it for like two years longer than was mandatory, and I think it must have been because of that internal impact music has on you when it's actually coming OUT of you. It's so different from having expression coming at you.
I'm glad you can let it out again.
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