Music hits the pavement, shattering the silence
Making clean what has been poisoned by man
Pounding a precious beat that makes us dance
Only those that truly listen, hear it
I sit with huge ears and a guarded heart
I just wanted to feel the dance in me
To feel the rhythm play throughout my bones
And watch the notes splash to form a light song
This song, will soon end passing too quickly
The music itself won’t come to a stop
It will slow, causing our bodies to freeze
If it did not stop, we would surely drown
The music becames soft for a moment
Changing from the drums we feel inside us
To a piano that tickles our skin
My hair stands on end as the plinking stops
A sudden rush of sound hits, like trumpets
Starting to play a new beat to finish
The trumpets die out as the violins trill
Symbols crash following a tremendous flash
Leading us to the end of this small phrase.
Mar 2, 2013
Mar 2, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
Music hits the pavement, shattering the silence
Making clean what has been poisoned by man
Pounding a precious beat that makes us dance
Only those that truly listen, hear it
I sit with huge ears and a guarded heart
I just wanted to feel the dance in me
To feel the rhythm play throughout my bones
And watch the notes splash to form a light song
This song, will soon end passing too quickly
The music itself won’t come to a stop
It will slow, causing our bodies to freeze
If it did not stop, we would surely drown
The music becames soft for a moment
Changing from the drums we feel inside us
To a piano that tickles our skin
My hair stands on end as the plinking stops
A sudden rush of sound hits, like trumpets
Starting to play a new beat to finish
The trumpets die out as the violins trill
Symbols crash following a tremendous flash
Leading us to the end of this small phrase.
I entered this, and my first poem, into a contest called Poetry slam at my school. It was a required assignment, but I am especially proud of it.
