Ode to Music
Half note, quarter note, whole note
Rests and repeats
All jumbled on a sheet of music
Their own language
I try to decipher each sentence
One measure at a time
My fingers fly across the keys
I finally have peace
My eyes close
I hum along
My fingers hand minds of their own
Playing their own tunes
An empty piece of staff paper
Eager to be filled
I play around with different pitches
And mark the staves with my pen
Slowly I add lyrics
Letting my feelings go
My way to express myself
I feel so much lighter
I sing through all the laughter
I sing through all the tears
Music allows me to show my true colors
And let out how I feel
Rests and repeats
All jumbled on a sheet of music
Their own language
I try to decipher each sentence
One measure at a time
My fingers fly across the keys
I finally have peace
My eyes close
I hum along
My fingers hand minds of their own
Playing their own tunes
An empty piece of staff paper
Eager to be filled
I play around with different pitches
And mark the staves with my pen
Slowly I add lyrics
Letting my feelings go
My way to express myself
I feel so much lighter
I sing through all the laughter
I sing through all the tears
Music allows me to show my true colors
And let out how I feel