Music Poem by Timothy Long

Preserved time, writing or sound, many more kinds exist, with this tool, say to all come together right now of the soul, once hit...there's only peace and no pain, what a trip, is been awhile but what a site to see, a write listening to a perfect melody, godly only knew you will feel, feel soft and slow, twisted and sick, just let it give you a kick, so many to pick, piece of that passage, a truth, hell can set to a personal heaven, coated lyrics...what a metaphor, best to disguise true feeling, bitterly joyful, in that way, no one can accuse one of anything else, music mixes many things in life, politics shouldn't be one of them, how useless that is, words are the ultimate travesty, in that heaven it's the ultimate tragedy, different scenes, all unique, is the best thing ever invented, why so creative? Practiced everywhere by everyone, a change a day, never undone, from undefeated of it, an understanding of all who use it.