What is music
is music the song
or the rhythm, the repetition
is it rhyme or the tone;or,
is music in the soul
Where is music
is music in the sound
or is it laying with the beat
is it near the pitch,
or is music something more
Why is music
For music the associations
Labełs are they genres
is it the artist or the writer
The performance or show
When is music
is music the interpretation
is music in the soul
is music something more
is music all the listener
How is music
whatever you make it
Whatever you choose
music is everything
What’s your muse?
TChalamet.
At the end of every year, the slate gets wiped Clean.
Anew all the death and decay that's rotting away, turns to ice. Flush Cheeks become bold as the wind blows cold.
while the water glistens, Crystal bright; Where we leave off. Is often not far, from where we first began; As a lumen waits to fly.
The snow is melting butter, and the clouds shift from where we first began is melting snow to rain, Trees begin to blossom.
& hibernation; has ended it's bake. The cold steam showers, have brought the soil flowers Treasures whethered from, The weather's endeavour; Fighting the wind.
On a cold spring day, Across the wind's current Still I must go that way. Up the hill once yet; No matter where 90 degree's turns, Up the hill both ways; while the sun's shadow reigns.
shines the dusted salt is akin, To a frozen burn; For now the time of fun yet Sprung, from last summers Friend, a distance that creates Old curves.
Permittence to endure; as the streets, are Filled Among the L E Ā V E S. Where the end of payne is still, When the window's top; ā door to Your own hibernation, To that from which you came.
To anywhere you may yet go, Where only wind is worse than If it snows, I may yet go to there and back again to see my dear friend Frodo.
~ Gandalf the Blue
