The Language of the Soul
soft notes of soulful awakening float through
the apartment, slow steady, to accompany the morning brew
major, augmented, into a crescendo
in a london flat
a steady beat thrum rhytmatically
pump it up, it says enthustically
lights flash, drinks clink, the mood is imply electric
in a swanky nightclub
power chords cut through the air
Combination kick-flip, and ollie then shred don't tear
on a half-pipe or rail ramp or street
in a skate park
this organized sound, spontaneous or meticulously planned
gives humans the ability to have one final stand
The barrier of language, it crumples and falls
from the sound of music, and the people it calls
for there is nothing more universal, so understood, so clear
than the language of music, understood by every ear.