Treasure Island

Tiffany Burton


FEEL THE MUSIC


What is music and why is it here?


Music is made for the ear.

To be made and played for many of decades.


To be embraced by different cultures and race,

Music

the heart of man


Only it seems now only a few understand

Music.


The upbeat the down beat the chords the rhythm it plays.

Exchanging and changing forever.

Music.


Not one man can take the responsibility for making the music the music made us.


You have to trust in the

Music

Classical Jazz, Swing, Country everything it brings.

Music.


Although music has a lot of names it will always remain the same


Music will always change.


The dramatic character of a story.

It will always end with the final glory.

Because of its graceful authority

music


Don't make music that embraces no heart

Make music that shall shine threw the dark.


Music lives every where.

Creating our atmosphere.


Our world circulates by the beat the music makes

So listen to the music see what is hidden in side.


Listen to the music shhhh! Close your eyes.


Unknown music is everywhere.

So open your ears stand clear

music it is taking over so beware!


There is no escaping

There is no replacing

There is no other so there is no point of looking further my brotha.


Without music where would I be?

It took sweet love music to create me.


The songs of Al green and Barry White stimulated the body so it is no fighting the

Music


Because the music doesn't fight u it hugs u kisses u loves u

Cause the music only can be true


'Lets make music', I've it heard said

But making music is not just in the bed


Music is made threw gospel beats threw the songs of rappers through the notes of the streets.

So let's make music my friend.




A sad moment in your life

'The rain is on your window pane' as Mary J. explains threw a song.


What more do I have to say music is made to be played.

There is no escapade


It is understood music is what it should be

Music is what it will always be


Okay! U understand now so read the music

That sings threw me




Read the music it is written so clearly

read my music

Make your own beat


So let me ask u do u feel the music that I've Just made


Do you feel the music running through your veins

Do you feel the music in my poetry song

Well, if u don't feel the music then something is wrong

Cause music are written in these words


just listen hush! Cause music will be heard




BY: TIFFANY BURTON


THE LOVE OF MUSIC INSPIRED ME

Ó 2006 Tiffany Burton

Submitted: Thursday, November 20, 2008

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  • Brian Jani (6/19/2014 11:53:00 AM)

    Nice poem, what you wrote is very true, the beat is a universal language understood by all (Report) Reply

  • Marcella D (11/20/2009 3:27:00 AM)

    the point of this poem is music is important and we should love it, great! (Report) Reply

  • Savlo De Santos (8/11/2009 12:03:00 AM)

    Even though I enjoyed reading the whole of your poem, I must say there's a line that I find particularly great: '...It took sweet love music to create me...', just awesome, well at least I find it very touching.

    Greetings from Mexico. (Report) Reply

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