Orbit

January 11, 2011
By Samantha.07 GOLD, Doylestown, Pennsylvania
Samantha.07 GOLD, Doylestown, Pennsylvania
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What is music?
An intricate pattern of abstract?
A rainy symphony?
A beat in a heart?
A note from the past?
Music; indefinable.
Though it is the only thing that understands us
Empathizes with us.
It can be a breeze from the beach
A blue ribbon of softness
Or bolts of thunder
Raging in anger
It has a pattern
But doesn’t have to.
It can rhyme
But it doesn’t make the meaning more true.
It’s a mixture of lights and lavender
Simply vibration
You can feel in your heart.
It’s a plant, taking the sweetness of the sun
Quenching from drops of dew.
It looks up at the stars,
Orbits the moon with bouncing
Rhythm.
It beams with love and wisdom,
There for anyone to listen to.
Music; undeniable.
Surrounding us, like a lonely cradle rocking with the wind.
Music; beautiful.
Music; frustrating.
Music; love.
And music is life.



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