The Music of Our Lives (a poem by whonunuwho)
A fine symphony is heard, giving meaning to our lives,
Where our fondest music, played, so lives and thrives,
Those to lose such joyful bliss, a tragedy, for each to miss,
Our moving concerts sustain us, as ever onward we strive.
Those finest treasures of Beethoven, Bach, and of Handel,
Only a few, may ever to so equal, or simply hold a candle,
Their notes, as kisses, blown by each, and all full of love,
Sent by hovering angel's harp, flowing from heaven, above.
Fine music, the Blues, ever so soulful, as to all describes,
By a guitar's strings, is plucked, is picked in heartfelt vibes,
Sounds profound, all these are held, sent from deep within,
Escaping in song, as birds throng, a special message to send.
Its source, struggling, an escape, from times, lived by those,
So full of feelings, and to share, expressing all of their woes.
Low chords move to high, fingers, to climb the vibrant scale,
The meaning of life, expressed in their music, they have to tell.
Music of the open country and by country people, is so made,
As by a guitar, banjo, the harmonica, ringing tunes are played,
Sounds of the south and cowboys, those of western climes,
Each voiced in a hearty spirit, to be released in moving rhymes.
Rock and Roll music, a reflection of the most modern of times,
Shake and break old Jute boxes, dances, in nickels and dimes.
A fast moving society, is to be seen in most every wild sound,
Drum's beat, keeping time, ranging vocals, persist, as all abound.
Beautiful strings, Spanish guitars, all melodious and full, in spirits,
Played in reflective moods, romantic and uplifting, are its lyrics.
A rich and diverse culture is shone, in the rhythm and in its song,
No matter of race, our color, or creed, in its appeal, we all belong.
Music, so beautiful, is our music, helps us to sail on through this world,
Our ship of life, helps to brave the storms, makes each wave, a pearl.
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