Listen... Poem by Reddly Raven

There it was.

Music.

Amongst the rabble of sounds we hear,
some were made beautiful.

And once heard,
inspired.

Caused chemical reactions,
influenced peace.

Yet it does not exist.
To some perceptions.

We can not see it.
Nor feel it, spare vibrations.

But it is in the air.

Molding it,
to whatever mood it desires.

Power.

Music is a fine example of the undefined.
What it can do with one hundred and eighty seconds.
Transcends what novels attempt.
A vague idea.
A picture.
A mood.

Listen...

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18/04/2012
Dan K. Grosvold