Music

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2001

Softly intense in its tone
Wondrously loud it does grow

Hear the beating in your ears
Feel the pulse in your soul

The rhythm is there before your eyes
Just open your heart and see

Just minutes to play for you
Hours upon hours of work went into this

This is music, the finest in the world
Heard and played with the heart and soul

~Chrystal
Written on
August 6, 2001

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This was the other poem I found. It is obviously about music. I wrote this one day I was in band. Yes, I was in the marching band. :D.

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