Music Goes On

The strings vibrate violently over the frets,

Making the people collect.

The drum stick cracks over the skin,

Letting the beat begin.

The harmonies are a little broken,

But they soon sound like a perfect ocean.

The bass is plucked in such low tones,

That it almost rattles your bones.

A smile spreads as the music spawns,

It practically created a new dawn.

This is what makes me content,

I’m starting to feel a little spent.

I know you want it to continue,

But the music goes on within you.


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My community
Our world
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