Music is Magic

Music is poetry.

Somtimes it rhymes.

The beat keeps time

To the song that tells a story

Or a feeling or a melody.

Music is interesting.

That's why they play it at parties,

So loud that no one talks;

They shout over the lyrics

That stick with them the next day.

Music is peace.

Putting in headphones drowns out the world.

We can't stay that way forever.

At some point we have to take them out

And face life with the strength music gives us.

Music is knowledge.

Because sometimes I won't listen to words,

The notes carry an extra reminder.

The jingle in commercials, the state capitols in a tune,

The song that says, "You can do this."

At its root, music is magic.

Black dots, circles, lines on a piece of paper

Turn into vibrations, combinations, variations

That travel through the air to ears

Ready to listen, open to thinking,

And somehow those ears capture the sound

And send it to the brain and understand

The words and the stories and the feelings

That come from music.