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.
This poem is about:
Me
My community
Our world
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