Music is
Music
Is the pulse that runs through our veins
The ebb and flow of traffic in a congested city block
Bending emotion at its will
Music will change the world again
As it has before
Music was never not
And always will be
Music is the universal metronome that guides the universe
Without music there wouldn’t have been a 70s
It would go straight from the 60s to the 80s
Music created soul, hope, and justice
Music is a tree falling in a forest
When everyone is around to hear
Music is the end of a war
And the birth of a new
Music is a baby’s cries
And a mother’s smile
Music is moving forwards
And falling back
Music is.
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