Music, Space, and Bands

Music


Silence - Heard by everyone, yet heard by no one,

Then in splits of seconds, the sound of nothing is banished by the sound of everything,

Sounds - filling the room, yet in more organized manners.

Chords, majors, progressions, and the like,

Flow about the chamber like a winged serpent.

Strings - Plucked and strummed in simultaneousness,

Horns - Blown instead of a war cry to a gentle, breezy hum,

Drums - From marching pounds to small taps these do sound,

As these harmonies thrive through the atrium, they encircle me,

They inject themselves into my skull, wrapping around my brain,

Intertwining with my generating thoughts, creating harmonious concoctions,

Emerging into my conscience like a reborn phoenix.


Space

The hype is giant,

Your idols up on the stage,

Sad that I’m too short

Bands


The hype is giant,

Your idols up on the stage,

Sad that I’m too short.