Music is an art,
Happening without warning,
Just inspiration from the heart,
Leading to amazing things,
Allowing the inspiration flow out,
Allowing ones ears to hear,
The certain feelings within it,
Sad, happy, angry, lonely
The feeling impacts the rhythm and lyrics,
As if they are fight,
While upbeat rhythm play on,
Sad and lonely lyrics seem to oppose it,
Will the song plays,
Letting the feelings lose in the world,
People begin to hear,
What the singer Is feeling,
As if they were reading it from the page itself,
As the song ends,
People are in love with the song,
Applause drown out the left over sound of the song,
As the singer leaves,
Head held high,
Knows he’s done good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely done! What would the world be like without the sweet sound of music? What a somber and boring world it would be!