Clashing noise of city life;
country night, stars shine bright.
Ocean's waves kiss the shore;
mountains echo, rains that pour.
Rainbows arc with color trails;
storms resound like banshee wails.
Rising sun greets the day;
sandman plays in moonbeam rays.
Nature's Spring, brings reprieve;
Winter's snow, falls like leaves.
Music from our glorious earth;
melodies giving birth.
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An intricate arrangement composed
of the highest of high notes and lowest of lows
with a melody loosely
I can slowly feel the beat
making my body dance
I can feel it flowing through my feet
as I take my stance
Is there
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Essence
One note seeks another and another
to form an innate rhythm
in chambers of the soul.
With or without words
Clashing noise of city life;
country night, stars shine bright.
Ocean's waves kiss the shore;
mountains echo, rains that pour.
Rainbows
Moves My Soul
It's the pound when the drums hit,
The ring of a trumpet.
That moves me.
The whine of the electric
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