'Music'
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I am Ria, the daughter of the almighty songbird of music.
From the halls of recitals and stages of India,
My mom grew up in a world of many melodious musical instruments.
A World of Silence,
Music a Quiet Cadence,
A Light, so Bright, Shines,
Our Hearts a symphony entwines,
Melodies in Life's Balance.
Reading sheet music is the art of taking meaningless symbols and translating them onto the instrument, letting the notes quiver in the air, and letting a feeling take shape.
Play a delicate melody; piano
My feet hang down, warmed by the freezing water
My soles brushing the pebbles that cover the bottom
It feels as though the water is trying to drag my body away
Quero a palavra que não se há como dizer
a música que não se entoe
o poema que se não leia nem a baixa voz
o som que não se há como ouvir.
Arte é isso
Não se pode explicar senão por si
Echoes of past memories flow through the musician's mind
Bringing the warm,fuzzy feelings that reminiscence brings
Ones of songs, dances, and rhythms all intertwined
AirPods soldered to my brain cortex
Because even when
I press
Pause
I can still hear the music
In my head
Im sorry you'll never understand meI'm sorry that I pretended like I was happyI'm sorry that it was too much to carryI'm sorry that it was too scary Know it's sad but I remember as a kid it was roughAlways thought we had it all, what I was missing
Quiet
I believe that I keep to myself
I know talking is not exactly my forte
Words wrestle within my anxious mind
Left for me to wonder what I should say
Quiet
I believe that I keep to myself
I know talking is not exactly my forte
Words wrestle within my anxious mind
Left for me to wonder what I should say
sitting at grandfather's anccient piano,
letting the broken melodies she creates fill the room.
5 years old girl would find her passion,
and her love of music starts to bloom.
Fast foward 13 years,
Anger and frustration
Boiling from the inside
My mind has left the station
“Wolf” has the boy cried
To push away
My ear are covered
Anger and frustration
Boiling from the inside
My mind has left the station
“Wolf” has the boy cried
To push away
My ear are covered
A simple beat.
Four measures.
Guitar. Drums. Vocals.
The first verse drifts into my ears.
My heartbeat falls into rhythm with the bass.
Without music I am mute,
A wondering soul with nothing new.
I’m dead inside without her grace,
She surely fills a room’a dead space.
So much light surrounds her body,
To take me from my gloom.
Inspiration comes in many shapes and sizes,
Inspiration comes with surprises!
Inspiration hits from many different angles,
But sometimes, inspiration is painful.
The quick tap of my thumb
Sends a world of color
rushing to my ears.
From high pitched
to low melodies
every sound is quite unique,
And is inviting me, asking the question:
Music makes our spirit rejoice in sonorous numbers for sure,
a true proposition, lucid and irresistible to endure.
Another dress in destinies wardrobe confined,
inordinate mysteries of creation what cannot be denied.
The star shine is bright, blinding
sparkling blue and red and orange and yellow
so she has to squint.
The contrast of light against the
total black of the night sky
is nearly unbearable.
O Music! Towards you I wander
after longing for a lovely friend.
You open your arms wide,
tell me I’m not alone,
hold me close to your soul,
Many paths with no clear direction
of which one reaches stronger.
I can hear one calling harmoniously.
I can see one shine beautilfy.
I can feel one move gracefully.
Bells.Ring deafeningly.With means of girls and boys.Underneath the original singing.Like bells we were once new and brass.Then reality kicks you in the ass.The metal rusts as you walk from class to class.Subtly the tone turning into sass.As bells
I hear a thumping sound beating out of my chest
Unsure if it’s the music in the distance or an adrenaline rush
Feels like an eternity waiting for my wristband to get scanned
Drop the beat and murder it
Can't be in two places at once
Hearing the shell drop
Like playing piano by key
After dark
Low beam lights
Go blind
Lost and found
Lost the time
Being bored making rythm
In our own minds
Pen and paper
Creativity flows
Rythm drum
Times ticking
Foots moving rythm
Medal ting
Mouths are humming
Music everywhere
I found it again
You nod your head to the beat
there's a eerie mood to the music, but that's what makes it special
You can't put your phone down
Yours ear aren't just letting you
You are where the sea and the sky meet-A line of the horizon that many have tried to reachBut so magnificent, so beautiful, so ever changing,that no one can help themselves There are stories you tell of merfolk and fae, that you know like they are
What is fear?
Fear is “an unpleasant emotion caused by the belief that someone or something is dangerous,
likely to cause pain, or a threat.”
In this place I walk alone.
Holding my instrument, the trombone.
I did not know the people here, but I walked in there freshmen year.
My fear was gone in not a month for with my new friends I did triumph.
A David Bowie waistcoat and Gitane cigarettes
Traveling station from station to new town
Looking for a new career as the world world falls
down
Five years reminded me of the babe
an absolute beginner
yall Just Wanna Put Me Out My Misery
Im Not With The Trickery
In Your Minds Its A Prophecy
Just Wanna Get On Top Of Me
Oh Go Ahead And Bring On Your Atillery
I Got This Boundary
A freezing wind blows upon my upturned face.
Do you feel it too when the world spins at this pace?
When disaster strikes, we drag out our monsters,
But through the night we wait for something softer.
Music class in 10th grade.
Create tunes.
Synths played
The final project
Made a video about sampling
It is stitching together music
Each artist makes an amount of effort in making their own sound.
Music can change a mind.
Where words fail
Music simply picks up.
Where a motivational speech loses a war
A drum encourages the soldiers to victory.
Where classroom notes are forgotten
Dear Professor,
Thank you.
Thank you for pushing me to be my better self.
Thank you for showing me who I am and who I have the potential to be.
I know you do not respect me,
I lived my life in the shadows
Always afraid to find myself
I've cried rivers and oceans
Ignored my heart and played the part
Victim to my deepest fears
You come to me when
I’m on top of the world
You come carrying songs for the elite
For the elegant and strong
You come to me when
The rhythm, the beat.
I land on my feet,
Through the storm and calm,
Ears under your palm.
“Aaaaa-aaa-aa-aa-aa-le-e.” A woman’s voice pierced the silent air, softly and slowly getting louder.
“Aaaaa-aaa-aa-aa-aa-le-e,” sounded again, a heavenly horn summoning a multitude of angels.
Sometimes on long roads I look out the window and watch the grass move
The blurring ground brings Honduras back to me
I look up and for a moment it's there
I can hear it
I can feel it
music for me is a lifestyle
its the way i adapt to my day
i havent gone a day without music in a while
its a form of speech is what i like to say
its how i keep up to date
its really just my favorite hobby
You are my breath,
Sighs of grief, Laughter, Birth
You are my sword,
Safety, comfort, Identity
Through pain you taught me beauty,
And through loss you taught me love;
You gave me purpose
What color does poetry claimWhat music does it makeWhat feeling does it hide
If poetry was an emotionWould we feel pain?Would we feel the joy?Would we see a different way?
Here’s recognition of the way
you dance and sing for me;
with your clever, addictive sounds and intriguing patterns,
as well as your captivating culture.
I've finally found something that I can look up to
It is the continuous flow of every voice I've ever heard crooning a sweet song and having it mean something
Normal people are inspired by the glamorous things in life;
Love, sports, mothers, pets, or anything concrete.
But what is it that sits in the background on your boring drive to work
I suppose I'll just start writing. It’s like thinking but confined somewhere between you and me and everybody else.
Silly smiling suspended doubt.
Buildings of brick and steel.
Hearts made of mortgages.
[ear]
Music paints the scene when nothing is sung
I need no drums,
Just the steadily unsteady beat of my pulse
[heart]
stuffed with all this nonsensewishin it would get common or be god senti dont wannanother commentstop with all them drugs its not the hot seti mean maybe mary shes got clarity
Right now
I'm laying in my bed
Head on a pillow
Mind in the clouds
A song playing
And for once
I
Feel
Sultry voice, she sings in the shadows of the club
Shrouded in a mist of smoke. Her words pierce my ears.
Each word getting stronger and stronger
And each passing second I am seduced.
Dear friend,
You saved me all those years ago
Back when I thought it was the end...
Every pain became easier to mend.
And you're the reason why.
Why I'm still here.
The moment the sound hits my ear
My world dissapears.
The music fills my body like poison through my veins.
It's no longer a luxury,
But now a necessity.
I'm under a spell
Not a care in the world.
Dear Natalee:
Don't you know that the stars in the sky..
Resemble the twinkle in your eye?
The same ones that light up when finding an artist
Is what's going to take you the farthest.
Dear Natalee:
Don't you know that the stars in the sky..
Resemble the twinkle in your eye?
The same ones that light up when finding an artist
Is what's going to take you the farthest.
She becomes one with rhythm.
She is drawn into silence nothing but instruments; the world arounf her fades.
Her and her music are the only ones alive.
It possesses her, she is the music.
You know you were my best friend
I lost the love of my life
Or what I thought was the love of my life,
And you were there.
You opened up so many doors for me
Marimba, Thank YouFor moments of comfort,For smiles,For strength,For tears and joys. Thank You,You gave me strength with unheard words.You gave me voice in song and talk;You accepted my strengths and weaknesses.Most importantly,You taught me to be
I pick it up and place it on my lips
From the first sound
Every thing flows out
All my emotions
Pouring out onto the street
sometimes sharp and precise
other times soft and calm
Her eyes dance across the sheet,
She struggles to catch it as it reaps,
It says the things she wouldn't dare,
And she turns it into notes floating in the air.
Sonia E Rodriguez
Creative adaptation
Sonny’s blues story to poem
Nobody
The blues began to play
Movements that hypnotize
Unified beats that make you feel inside
Sounds that move the listener
Intricate patterns and amazing rhythm
I was on this stage not that long ago
with less people
Yet suddenly their are thousands of more people
It feels like I´ve been here for 80 years
I am such a mess
Music is a way for someone to feel emotion. Hands are a way to feel physically.
Hands are tools to which I use every day. I am myself due to gifts such as these hands.
Pour your heart out through the music that surrounds you.
Sway your hips to the beat and rhythm like all eyes are depending on you.
Step in the valleys that take you to a beautiful, imaginery place.
This song sounds like sex
the beat, steady and rhythmic
erotic, teasing
This song sounds like you
I hear you at the train stop
The subtle rhythms in the night
Sometimes I think you're all I got
You're my only ray of light
When I'm eventually, inevitably, abandoned and alone
An escape from everything
Away from the hatred of the world
Away from the terrors of the world
Away from the hypocrites of the world
To feel good is to feel happy
Find happiness and you shall feel peace
An escape from everything // Away from the hatred of the world // Away from the terrors of the world // Away from the hypocrites of the world // To feel good is to feel happy // Find happiness and you shall feel peace.
Sometimes I like to imagine
that as an embryo
I composed sweet symphonies to the ever changing bpm of my mother’s heart.
I dreaded her sadness.
Music
Thank you for helping me through all my battles
To be without you would put my heart in shambles
When you come around you fill my heart with joy
Every moment away is disgusting like soy
Boom, boom, boom.
The heart of my body is coordinating with the heart of my drum.
Inside, my hollow core is resonating, filling up the silence with sound.
When I get down and lower than my natural highs,I turn music for my moods to rise.I sway and I dip,sometimes I silently scream to songs,or mouth the words with open lips.Whether via beats, guitars, or even rap bars-music gets me out of it.
When I'm feeling down and have the blues,
I plug in my ear buds to keep my cool,
I wrap in my blanket and cover my feet,
And close my eyes to feel the beat.
Music
It starts out simple,
it flows through my bones
as a river flows through a marsh,
one chord as my fingers achingly slide
around the strings or keys.
15 is my lucky number.
How should we feel good?
Some write, read, listen
Every person is made happy differently
Me, I love to listen to music
Hearing the soul of another
Feeling the love of others
It keeps my heart beating.
It keeps my blood pounding.
It helps me keep my mind sane.
All my favorite lines,
it makes me happy, makes me cry.
It makes me want to try so much harder.
To wrap around your abdomen like a warm pillow
To make you shake your head like yes and no
The sweet melodies, are so intrinsic
Makes me dare to shake my hips
That feel good flow, I must say
Times get tough...
Sometimes times get rough...
But that don't stop the loud speakers of something universal
Something, that get's the blood pumping and bodies shaking
Something sweet...
Music inspires me everyday. There's not a day where I would go without listening to music. Whenever I`m feeling depressed, ecstatic, hyper, or furious, there is always a song out there that can relate to my situation.
i stare at my keyboard
while i try to think
when was the last time that i could sing
to the top of my lungs and towards the sky
when was the last time that i tried to cry
One thing leads to another.
When it rains it pours, at least that’s how it seems to be when it comes to me and bad days.
Or any bad thing in general.
Flowing through the ears lifting you up
Making you move, isn’t it fun
Smile on your face as you hear the beat
You feel like the world is in sync
It's the relief to my stress,
When I listen the beat fills my chest,
Calming straight to the core,
It's the thing that I'm striving for,
Music is my muse,
Upon the waves of sound I cruise,
There was once more war on the streets than there was in the Middle East.
We dropped bars instead of bodies.
They once called rapping only a hobby, but it became part of our everyday society.
There once was a man named Dave
Yet drastically different from Goliath unscathed.
In dissapointement he was submerged
But as fear drew nearer he found courage.
Within his headphones, music provided escape.
Dusk, dawn, morning, and noon,
I find myself always wanting to listen to you.
With persuasive beats that make me want to dance
and rhythms that sway to any arising chance,
Whenever I sail
the river of blues,
music never fails
to lead me to paradise avenue.
My mind seeks refuge
in melodic tunes,
that bring me delight,
allowing me to feel high as a kite.
Your voice spills from the Earth
It spews from the soil and resonates
It resonates through everything
Every word spoken spurts the painful truth
Music is my greatest passion
I have the greatest sense of fashion.
My job makes me write my own creations
Each note tends to have its own vibrations.
I have to remember my musical scales
The music flies through my earslike birds flying through the wind.Swift, fast and gracefulMore alluring than the sweet sound of darkness that threatens to overtake me
Music is my redemption
Only music can give me temptation
Music will save my life
Perhaps music can be my wife
I am distracted
I feel the percussions in my head
My veins keep vibrating
But my vocal chords are standing still
My foot is jumping
My heart is racing like a snare
My hair is singing
Though You only work on wi-fi
I still need You by my side.
I wouldn't use You to call anyone
Since no one would come.
The only thing I desire
Is for Your volume to be higher
50-60-100 songs
Although poor with no control,
Nor significant influence to this world,
I live and breathe to create and dream,
The days when I will live my theme,
The pitches and the octaves,
To the harmonics I adopted,
All I Need
By: Stephen Heine
If I was a poor marooned soul,
Stranded on an island away from man.
Because without music I have no goal,
And I'd wish for a shorter Lifespan.
Throughout life, it felt as if it were just a black hole
The black hole that takes away every inch of light out me
Leaving nothing but darkness
And so I walk this earth just marching to sea
Melodies
fill my ears and
float through my head.
Singing
the most beautiful harmonies
until my worries
disappear.
Rhythms
course through my veins and
Horrible days often are so silent
No words to speak nothing to listen to
The nature of those days can be violent
One moment you're fine, the next you feel blue
It's like a part of you has gone away
That familiar tune of twist and shout,
A familiar beat that I cant live without.
When the time comes and I've lost everything
The one thing I need more than anything
Is that familiar beat of the drum
An antidote to the darkness riddling my brain
Soothing like Zen, streaming my veins
Necromancer of the divine
Silencing the churning in my mind
From the singing of the birds
To the sways of pine
Cleansing in time of needSavoir of a growing seedThe one thing to keep me hereIn distress it kills my fear
From my parents becoming irate
to the gentle of hum of harmonies vibrate
This one thing can make it all okay
to pick and strum throughout the day
even in the warm nights of June
I find myself a familiar tune
While the outside world may become corrupted
and vile,
the purest sanctity we may ever possess
is somewhere deep inside the remnants of our fading frames;
it is tattooed within our blacked souls
Albarn sounded the alarm which ended the self harm
The proof is the invisible scar on my arm
I was drawn in by the undeniable charm of his art
I need music to pour into my ears and relax my brain;
Need the kick drum to beat to hear my heartbeat,
And I need the exhale of a note to inhale life into my lungs.
As if the drums hadn’t already captured her mind completely
And the strings infatuated her inner whims
She sat warped by the beautiful utterance of which she had never heard
I remeber it all started in Grandma's den
we've been writing love letters since then
In third grade i wrote my very first rhyme
back then i was learning how to carry dimes
you're the girl i always try to impress
I would become mad if I were to listen to the blandness of an empty island and the white noises of nothing on my own solitude. Hand me my earplugs, for the sounds of the shores have unsatisfied me. I cannot relate to the harmony of the moon and
Waves cascading along my walls,
Relentless sound among the parted air.
Her words within those that brought me there,
On paper, they were elliptical tipped lines she scrawled.
All I need is a voice
Do I even need that?
All i need is a mind
And some feet
just to tap
A few lyrics to sing
Is that really all i need?
No, all i eed is a tune
Or a simple melody
Listen
Open your ears and listen
Really listen
Can you hear it?
The ocean
An airplane
Wind in the trees
A fly
A bee
Open year ears and listen
I can hear it
All I need is a lovely melody.
A simple tune that plays for me and you.
A soft and harmonizing, and completely tantalizing,
Beat that plays on and on, past the break of dawn.
All I need is a lovely melody.
A simple tune that plays for me and you.
A soft and harmonizing, and completely tantalizing,
Beat that plays on and on, past the break of dawn.
It’s just you and music.
When you speak, it cannot reply
But when you hear what it has to say
It speaks volumes.
Revelations are formed.
Emotions that you have never experienced before,
When dark times come
I hum a familar tune to ease my nerves
My hands are shaking
I am breaking
I am on my knees ready to fade
Music enters my body and I am saved
If the world was empty and if I could have one gift
I’d ask for music and then just listen as I drift
I’d go from anywhere to everywhere with lyrics by my side
Everyone knows that feeling,
The one when you hear the first seconds of a song
And as soon as it clicks you start singing,
All caution to the wind,
Your screechy, untrained voice belting out notes,
There’s a suffocation,
condemnation,
when all you hear are foul thoughts.
To hear them all destroying you,
despite all that you’ve sought.
What I can’t live without
Is a hard question to answer, of this you cannot doubt.
Some would say love, or bacon-wrapped dove
Some would say their favorite book to read through and through endlessly
I can't live without
I know, no doubt
Music is like breathing
The beats are like sleeping
Music, Not basic
Classic
So sick
It's ballistic
Music is like being alive
It's a skydive
The melody pulls me, takes me somewhere
else somewhere
Better than what I have with simple notes on a page
that live through my voice
Six.
Six strings.
Eighty two.
Eighty two keys.
A box of reeds.
And where does it all take you?
A different world waits for you
On the other side of these small aspects of your instruments
The music that tears through my eardrums
beating a desperate path through my body.
Reaching, seeking down deep into my bones.
Linkin Park tumbling along my veins.
Music. I ____ music.
It surrounds me, hugging me, moving me, comforting me.
I use it to tell people I love them, miss them, am glad to be with them.
It knows how I feel: sad, excited, angry, sentimental
There is a song for every emotions
Every beat, rhyme, and rythmn can take you to another place
music can tell a story
I am a piece of art, a message of my own.
I may be like the others, but I do stand alone.
I have a heartbeat, even though I'm not human.
My song plays on repeat, I love to sing to them.
