What Is Music? - Poem by Sean Pollard
Who, What, When, Where, Why is music?
Is it something you can see? Something confusing?
It’s the thing that drives the people of today,
Whether you live in the city or down by the bay.
Music is inspiration, creativity, passion,
Hearing it everyday ‘til we are made ashen.
It’s in everything we see, everything we do,
Everything we have and everything we lose.
Music is beauty, adventure, love,
We hear it in everything, from rocks to the birds above.
We create it using handcrafted tools,
But also with a voice that fuels.
Fuels what, you ask?
Look all around. Do you see the buildings, the clothes,
The paintings and homes? Who do you think made all of those?
People with creative, musical minds, that’s who.
And who knows? Someday that might be you.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
My theme, at first, was 'carpe diem'...
Didn't work out so well. I could barely find any good poems with that theme, let alone an example of a carpe diem ballad...
So I scrapped that, and instead went with the theme of music, which is the greatest passion of my life. I created the whole portfolio in 2 days, and this was the last thing I got to.
This is probably the academic thing I'm most proud of. I've never been great, or even good, at writing poetry. Yet even though this is pretty basic, I still personally love it, and hope anyone who reads it does, too.
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