I've always known that
music is poetry for all senses.
Instead of reading it,
you hear it,
soaking it up with your mind and soul.
You need not have sight to enjoy this art.
Though hearing it the conventional
method of perception,
the deaf may feel the beats
as they travel through their spirit.
That endless thrum
can guide them through life
with its sweet vibrations.
and nimble mind
are needed to compose a truly wonderful piece.
Those longitudinal waves that wash over you,
travel through you,
never to be inapplicable.
Natural in its origins,
yet artificial in its components,
this is what truly turns the world.
Not a magnetic field,
and never a fixed axis.
These things are merely an illusion,
created to make us feel wise.
Never could I think that all this
was not music's own doing.
As I sit on this Earth,
I see that even silence is musical.
As it envelops me,
alerting me to questioned existence.
Its notes form our language
as it m