The Language of Music
Sound moves through air,
into ears,
into minds,
poetry vibrations.
The cadence of earth language,
birds call,
dolphins click,
earth plates clash,
while serene clouds
whisper soft sighs
in skies of blue glass,
rhythmic tides drum,
harmonies create the
face of the moon,
falls into us as rain,
caresses us in patterns,
seeping
through the skin,
through the ear,
changing brain waves
to beauty in form.
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