Living Music Poem by Beatrice Sharpe

Music is our rhythm.
It's humanity's movement;
The thing that keeps us singing,
The thing that keeps us living.

Sharing joy from our souls,
To the way we breathe and feel
The harmonies in our beat
To the way we move our feet

We style art to our homes,
Fashion our time with music
A chorus moves us to change
To life's ever-shifting range

Your feet are on the ground
But it feels like you're floating
Power to dance all the day,
Toasting to dance night away

Music's a connection
To the things surrounding us
The living rain, trees, and earth
From the start of conscious birth

We live our lives as songs
Constant dynamic changing,
Keeping the heart in our beats
From heads to the souls of feet

Music is our rhythm.
It's humanity's movement;
The thing that keeps us singing,
The thing that keeps us living.