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
