A Poem About Music

In every rhythm, every beat,

There lies a part of me, so sweet.

The melody, it soothes my soul,

Through highs and lows, it makes me whole.

From childhood days of lullabies,

To teenage years with rock and cries,

With every note, my heart does sing,

Music gives my life its meaning.

For in these chords, emotions play,

A symphony that takes me away.

With each lyric, I find my voice,

I am alive, I have a choice.

When sadness fills my weary heart,

Music, like a balm, becomes the art.

It wraps around me, holds me tight,

Telling me, "Everything's alright."

And when in joy, I reach for stars,

Music dances, removes my scars.

It lifts me up, right off the ground,

In its embrace, peace is found.

From orchestral symphonies so grand,

To guitar strums on sandy strands,

Music paints colors in my mind,

A masterpiece, so undefined.

For in its depths, stories unfold,

Of love, of loss, of tales untold.

It weaves a tapestry of dreams,

Immerses me in endless streams.

Without the melodies that flow,

I am but an empty vessel, so,

Music is the blood in my veins,

The very essence that remains.

For I am nothing without

No purpose, no joy can truly be found.

So, let the rhythm guide my way,

As music is my light, my whole self at display.

- by Saidja (9/7/2023)