Music in Existence

What is music? How do these tiny shreds of noise Come together, like cells, To form the complex organism of Song and sound? It lives to invade Like a spell, a blessing, a curse. My physiognomy adapts to the composition Followed by emotions As the scattered crowds begin to move around me In a meaningful manner. The winds dance with the trees, Clouds with the sun And for priceless minutes – life makes sense All through the eyes of a melody. Amazing.

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My muse can be unseemly and nomadic although she fancies meter and good rhyme, her diligence and output are sporadic, and some may say she’s moving past her prime. At times she’s off consorting with the sages reflecting on existence, as it were, At...

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