Music is
like poetry,
A gentle,
soothing song.
It floats
on, an endless river,
The words
so delicate, yet so strong.
We trap the
song within our words,
When it
longs to sail on, free.
We should
take a lesson from the birds
Who release
it in a warbling melody.
If we tie
the music to our words,
It loses
its sweet magic…
Bound to
our small understanding,
Her caged
state is tragic.
Let the
tune be known by all,
As the
lovely sound plays in our hearts.
No longer
crippled by what man binds it to,
We can now
feel its deeper parts.
So instead
of confining music to our speech,
Let it waft
on through the air untamed,
For we only
truly feel it when the song is out of mortal reach;
Wild and
free, sweet and unnamed.
© Hannah Scarlett 2011
Proud to be your first comment, sweetie. I appreciate a look into your soul. I too, prefer instrumental music over songs with words, although I certainly have many of those that I like. At my summer of Russian school, where we were not allowed any English literature or music, I lived on Starlight Sonata, by Leonard Ellis, a cassette of instrumentals I nearly wore out. I liked being free to imagine my own visual stories with the music. xoxo
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Hannah! I will look forward to visiting here often. :)
ReplyDeleteDeb Turner
this is a great and beyond poem of beauty
ReplyDeleteFrost
*faint*
ReplyDeleteIt's so beautiful!!!