Music isn’t just the sound of a note.
Nor the sound of a goat!
Music is meant to touch one’s soul.
Which that, is my goal.
From a violin to a cello,
Beautiful strings, painted yellow.
Just to make one smile or cry.
Trying to paint the sky.
Music is something you cannot describe in words.
Like the songs of the birds…
You can tell between sorrow and delight.
Some can be as light as day, and dark as midnight.
You cannot just bang onto a violin.
Nor can you hit it like it’s a pin.
You will only appreciate music if you know why it was written.
If there is meaning towards it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a beautiful poem with wonderful rhymes!