Music

Music, the essence that courses through the soul,
A timeless tongue, unaltered, whole,
A dialect unswerving, an immortal scroll,
Speaking to depths where emotions roll.

Emotions adrift on melodious tides,
In symphonic currents where passion abides,
Ascending to the heart on effortless glides,
In the resonance of harmony, feeling confides.

Penned in notation, yet ever unique,
Each performance breathes life, a new mystique,
The subtlest of pauses, the crescendo's peak,
In the silence between, the soul does speak.

Bound by the laws of rhythm and pitch,
Yet within its framework, an infinite niche,
To bend, to break, to subtly switch,
Music grants liberty, an unfettered stitch.

It may whisper in moments, fleeting and brief,
Or linger long, in tones of belief,
Evoke the somber hues of grief,
Or rise in exultation, a jubilant chief.

Ever-present, a companion so true,
In every corner, it follows you,
From the grandeur of a symphony's view,
To the wild caw of a crow, cutting through.

So come, join me, let us avow,
To honor music, here and now,
For its gentle touch upon the brow,
Easing life's journey, an unspoken vow.

Let us give music its rightful praise,
For the solace it brings to our days,
In the tapestry of sound, it deftly weaves,
A balm for the spirit, which never deceives.