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 wonβt 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.