Emotion's Journey

As the music plays, a silken, flowing thread, It weaves through moments, softly overhead. A tapestry of sound, a vibrant, shifting hue, Painting the air with feelings, fresh and new. A gentle whisper from a violin's grace, Or thunder's rumble in a rhythmic chase. The piano's keys, a cascade, light and swift, A story told, a heart that's been adrift. The drums' deep pulse, a heartbeat in the night, A primal rhythm burning ever bright. The flute's sweet song, a bird in gentle glide, A soaring spirit, bathed in light inside. As the music plays, the world begins to fade, And only melody, a sanctuary made. A refuge found in every rising note, Where silent feelings eloquently float. A whispered secret in a minor key, A joyful burst for all the world to see. A mournful cadence where the teardrops fall, The music mirrors, and it captures all. As the music plays, a journey we embark, Through landscapes painted in the fading dark. A timeless voyage where emotions blend, As the music plays until the very end. ©bfa031425