Food for the ears

It can be bitter or sweet

The flowing chromatic and major key scales flying down the keyboard

The notes are shouting out loud

Fighting to portray a bigger message

A sad song is just like going through the mourning of a death or the ending of a relationship

The minor notes, piercing the soul like a million black crows

Ting, goes the soft keys of the piano as the artist plays the sad sonata

Sad Songs Sing to the listener

The notes are a tool 

The artist goes to work with them

To create the perfect piece
To portray how he truly feels

No words could explain his pain

Only through music, can another understand the difficulties of his life

His tears hit the keyboard like raindrops on a dark night

One by one, the fall, the audience gets a wave of sadness

Many people believe what they see

Well, us musicians believe what we hear

This man was born with this talent

The amazing artist, was blind

Music is a gateway for emotion


//I think this is my best poem because I utilize the poetic elements well, and the poem is written with the power of emotion.

I create, I perform, I portray those notes in a melody and create a certain sense of beauty that sprays over listeners like fairy dust

The notes lift of the page and walk on the strings and hammers of the piano

They work together to create an emotion, a story, a piece of art that many can appreciate

History itself is visualized through music, and what era it is from

Amplitude, wavelenghts, keys, notes, pitch, tone, etc.

All useless without a creator to mold and shape it into a new art.

The notes speak out loud, and the artist tells them what to say

It is a form of communication, a form of expressing ones self with or without words

It is needed everywhere

Music is a lifestyle, a art, a hobby, whatever you'd like it to be.

Movies without music are like cookies without milk

Running with no music makes the individual lose there tempo

Studying, rest, and relaxation are all influenced by music

It is all around us

The air we breath, the buildings and construction around us

It is all vibrating at different frequencies, we live within sound it self

Sound, the building blocks of music

Yet, in the end it comes down to the creator to mold it into a new form, just as a black smith moldes 

molten medal into a sword

I am a musician

Food for the ears

It can be bitter or sweet

The flowing chromatic and major key scales flying down the keyboard

The notes are shouting out loud

Fighting to portray a bigger message

A sad song is just like going through the mourning of a death or the ending of a relationship

The minor notes, piercing the soul like a million black crows

Ting, goes the soft keys of the piano as the artist plays the sad sonata

Sad Songs Sing to the listener

The notes are tools
The artist goes to work with them

To create the perfect piece

To portray how he really feels

No words could explain his pain

Only through music, can another understand the difficulties of his life

His tears hit the keyboard

One by one, the fall, the audience gets a wave of sadness

Many people believe what they see

Well, us musicians believe what we hear

This man was born with this talent

The amazing artist, was blind

Music is a gateway for emotion

The defender running towards me is huge like a rhino

I become afraid the he will tackle me too hard and that I will get hurt

The tiny ball compared to the field, is like that last grain of rice left on the plate of food

The game is quick, one must be superhuman to think fast enough and perform

The sound of the shiny soccer ball hitting of the players shin is blistering

I successfully make the tackle like a football player taking down a bigger oppponent

Yes, I think to myself

Despite my previous worries, I had come out on top

This gave me a mini-lesson to go into everything with a full heart. 

The 45th minute hit and I was content with my performance

I gave the players a pat on the back

They gave me one back

A talk to the coach

Back on the field

I run towards the ball like a child chasing someone in a game of tag

Kick, Score, Repeat

It almost seemed like the ball grew a pair of legs and was running on its own 

The game is a continuous, repetitive, sequence of the same action

It is all about who gets to the ball first

Who thinks the quickest

Who acts upon their thoughts

This was the day that I truly learned the rigor of the sport