The Power of Music
It’s music makes me feel this way
But how or why I cannot say :
A certain chord or frequency
Has a profound effect on me
Like water trickling down my spine :
It makes me shiver, but I’m fine,
A tearful feeling, though not sad,
Comes over me and makes me glad.
A tingling scalp, exhilaration,
A growing sense of expectation,
As the haunting mystical theme,
C minor, stalking, so it seems,
Now rises unexpectedly
In dark B minor, regally.
Climactic coda now in sight
Restates the glorious theme with might.
The final chord then drifts away
Like wood smoke on a breezy day.
Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2016
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