The Sound Called Music
Fantasyreality 2005 (Kumasi)
Listen....the music drums in your ears
Listen....listen every chord, every beat struck cracks up an emotion
It's like hijacking your brain...
Lost in one's self
This sound overshadows like a thousand thoughts
If care not taken emotions climb out of their tunnels
Out of their graves, crawling out to unleash what they hold close to heart.
Listen, listen that sound has come again
Rationality about to flee
Emotions come into being
Music, so they call it
Is where emotions are born
Born out; love, joy,pain,sorrow,rage,hatred
But most of all, what music does to the body;
It elevates the soul and becomes its mistress
It embodies fearless and all desirs shield up in a fiery blaze.
The fire that never dies, the love that never ceases
The joy that knows no pain and, finally the end, it leaves you wanting more.
That, they call music.
The everlasting sound for the soul
Muse, it makes you
To sync to every beat it plays; you are the puppet now
That is music; the soul's everlasting red button of unconscious insanity;that is music
My mistress, my lover, my heart breaker and maker
Every being of my body was carved through music
My pulse is the beat of the drum
My focus succumbs to what the music says "do....go". My heart beat.....Music
About this poem
This is a poem about music A sound that entices. A sound that takes over A sound that maliciously makes you a puppet
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Written on October 08, 2022
Submitted by beatriceabigailapeabah14 on October 08, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,243 |
Words | 237 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 27 |
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