They fly through the air- notes-
Better than birds ever could
Humming and Hovering and Harmonizing

Music is everything
beautiful
powerful
tender
terrifying
comforting
It is the universal language.

Can I tell you a secret?

I can't write it. 
I could whirl off a thousand songs
-tickling the ivories til they gleam-
Somehow it continually and eternally eludes me.

That's why I write poetry.

Poetry is a song without music. 
Sometimes beautiful.
But a song without music is like a body without a soul.

And a picture may be worth a thousand words,
but music is worth a thousand pictures.
I could write a novel about a
single Beethoven chord.
So I'll keep plunking, 
plunking, 
plunking
away
Trying to describe
the music.            
     within                my soul.

Because (I'm sure every potential artist feels this way) I know my music could stir souls
heal hearts
beautify and cleanse the world

And baby
  If I could write you a song to make you fall in   love I would already have you under my arm.