Brain Music Poem by Justin Reamer

Music is the state of somber serenity,
The way the birds sing euphonious tunes as
The sun rises over the horizonline at dawn,
The images and sounds mixing together to
Form a motion picture never-before-seen,
Meant only for the purpose of meditation.

It is the language of heartfelt desires,
Playing in my head with rhythmic resonance,
A euphonious melody an orchestra performs,
Violins and violas with vibrant visual vibes,
Trumpets and trombones with tenor tendencies,
And daring drums with dauntless demonstration.

It is the tapping of my foot at work,
The low hum fluctuating from my trachaea,
The whistle from my lips as I snap my fingers,
Lyrics resounding at full volume from my heart,
Igniting my soul with joy and passion as
Sound and language unite in perfect harmony.

An heirloom from my grandfather,
Music is the voice of Calliope in my ear,
Synchronising my heartbeat to God Himself.
Listening closely, I hear Grandpa's banjo,
Playing blissfully as he smiles at me,
Beckoning me to play with him as the
Music in my veins becomes pefect poetry,
Honouring Earl's best friend forevermore.