L'ame de la Musique

A raucous chord disturbs the air

a dissonant sound, it floats.

It floats, alone, then fades away.

Another pluck, an act of friction,

more are on the way.

High-pitched screams, low-pitched sighs,

Gentle pounding to soothe the wounds

of broken love, joyous sorrow,

or resignation, of deprivation.

Drown your sorrows and dry your tears;

You know it's music to your ears.

Reviews

[Angel's Lady]

Sweeeeet! How your words do caress the screen...tracing fingertips across the nouns and verbs...delicately savoring each adjective...tasting each cliche. Nicely done!