Dear Music
Dear Music,
Sometimes I look up and wonder.
Are you a god or a goddess?
From the African Drums,
To the jazz instruments so clean and polished.
Satisfactory in any sound you send to me
with symbols and symphonies deliverying me to serenity,
But other people don't see what I see.
I feel like im the only one that understands your touch and your many voices.
Your vibration is amazing and in some ways I want to keep to myself.
And just know if i ever go deaf,
I will welcome death.
Sometimes you don't know how powerful you are...
or do you?
You can start or end wars and break hearts and heal, who knew
That you can control the body like a doll with power of voodoo.
From Hip - Hop to R&B
From Classical to Funk
From Pop to Rock
And this new junk
I will always love you.
Sincerly Your's
Music's biggest fan
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