Music

yet another little poem. . .

Music,

The bringer of meaning

My life in one word

The description of my being

Sweet melodies fill my head

Warming me with its dulcet tones

Varying rhythms, always changing

Taking shape, a melody forming

Dark augmented keys, spreading dread

The bringer of fear for the listener

Happy majors, brightening the mood

Painting exquisite portraits

Sunshine, moonlight, black, white

Creating mental pictures

A movie for the auditor.

Author's Note

Again, I didn't take a long amount of time writing this poem, some reviews would be welcomed, just so I know how I'm doing.

Reviews

[Barbara Walker]

I really like this poem, it has superb imagery. It shows the different feelings music can bring out just by the changes in tone and key. I would suggest in the fifth line using "their" instead of its, to go with the plural "melodies". The poem flowed very smoothly, until the last line. Just something about it didn't ring true with the rest of the poem, didn't flow as well. When reading the poem, I was swept along until that last line, kind of felt like an abrupt stop. Auditor just sounds too harsh for this beautiful poem. Other than that I find no criticism with it. Liked it very much! Barbara

[Coyote Poetry]

I love music. I have no ability at all. Music can turn a moment around. Words with musics can change the world. I like the description and your story. The world without music would be a sad and depressed place. I like the complete poem.
A powerful poem.
Coyote

[BLFK]

I have been playing the piano for three years. I find it to be a tortue, because I'm not all that motivated. This motivated me. So, bravo for that. I could imagine the music, the feeling. . . So, if you can do that, my dear, I'd say you're doing a good job.