Poem -

What is Music?

Music is the wind blowing in the trees,
a newborn babe crying out for the first time,
mist creeping over the grass on a foggy morning.
Music is found in the rise and the fall of voices in a crowded room,
the crescendo and decrescendo of an impassioned speaker,
the silence of the night.
Music is personal and it is universal,
to be coveted and shared.
It breathes life into those who have lost sight of what is light,
hope,
happiness.
What music is for me, might not be the same for you;
and yet it is something to everyone.
And because of that, music is holy.
For what else speaks to the soul of every living thing, like the gift of music?
I know of nothing else.
Music is healing,
it is community,
it is passion,
desire,
love,
hate,
sorrow……
it is everything.
It bridges the gap of language, and becomes its own speech,
understanding it requires no translator;
other than that which is your own heart.

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piusha singh

WOW....melodious write,could feel the love for music....Great write...

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