Music is a privilege to all who hear her sing.
Joy, heart and happiness is mostly what she'll bring.
Her mood is your shadow: anger, love and irritation,
Her mood reflects your own in a way of imitation.
If you're sad, so she shall be.
If happiness is what you feel,
In her that's what you'll see.
If your mood is colourful, which is what is best to be,
Then colourful will be the tone of her sweet melody.
Music is something that we all take for granted,
But if you take the time to listen, you'll find yourself enchanted!
Music is for a baby, a baby oh so small,
To make her a fragile lullaby so into sleep the child may fall.
Music is for an old grandpa, we all know that jolly old man.
Though he may never seem sad, there are times when he is down.
Music is for everyone, the young, the old, and those in between,
But if you could take some time to listen, you may find what music means...
Poem About The Power Of Music
Can I just commend this writer on this amazing poem. I was dancing while reading this. It really did touch me as I feel that exact way when I listen to music. I really do believe that music...
Music
Published by Family Friend Poems December 2015 with permission of the Author.
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