A whisper soft, a thunderous roar,
Music, a language spoken evermore.
From ancient flutes to synthesizers’ gleam,
A symphony of feeling, a vibrant dream.
The cello’s sigh, a mournful, velvet tone,
The drums’ insistent beat, a rhythm known.
A violin’s lament, a soaring, liquid grace,
Each instrument a voice, in time and space.
The piano’s ivory keys, a whispered plea,
A melody unfolds, eternally.
Across the ages, carried on the breeze,
Canvases of sound, a thousand keys.
The banjo’s twang, a rustic, joyful call,
The saxophone’s lament, a whispered thrall.
A bluesy wail, a gospel’s soaring cry,
Each note a story, reaching for the sky.
The strings entwined, a passionate embrace,
A vibrant tapestry, in time and space.
The brasses’ blare, a triumphant, bold decree,
A symphony of souls, eternally.
From jazz’s swing to classical’s refined,
A spectrum vast, a universe enshrined.
The folk song’s hum, a lullaby’s soft sigh,
A constant echo, reaching for the sky.
The silence holds the music, deep within,
A lingered promise, where the spirit spins.
A fragile thread, of feeling, pure and bright,
A beacon in the darkness, bathed in light.
The music stirs the heart, awakens the soul,
A timeless language, taking its control.
From cradle to grave, a constant, gentle guide,
Music, the echo, where the spirit confides.
A whispered prayer, a celebration’s cheer,
Music, a solace, banishing all fear.
A universal language, understood by all,
Echoes of the soul, answering nature’s call.
About the Author
Plamen V. is a freelance writer/poet with published works online and in numerous US and UK literary magazines.
