Musical Beats
My eyes take in the blazing bright blue depiction in sight,
every hue sparking my beating soul on this magical night.
I can hear the drums and trombones rumbling and rattling
in the background, perfecting an appetizing rhyme with
the loud booms and sharp solos, how tambourines adjust
their sound, unraveling a steady rhythm to the bassline.
There’s the pianos stepping in on the scene, thumping a solid
pattern in poetic form.
Look at the trumpets escaping into a thrilling buzz and vibration,
breathing in the warm breeze filling the air.
The stunning saxophones dips in to a thrilling jazz,
painting the landscape an array of dazzling colors.
At last, the musical harps have hopped onto the spot,
plucking their strings, releasing harmonious tunes
in the spellbinding room.
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