Poem: When music sounds....

The power to give joy, the ability to revert me back to my days as a boy.

I get stuck in it's symphonic lore, when it's lyrics explore,

me....

The life of the lived bore me but hearing the same life drawn out on keys? Please... It- moves me,
It is sound's movie. It's motion, it's commotion, it's events, it's news. It's rythym, it's blues. It soothes away the most chaotic of days...

It rekindles the best and worst of times in waves... It digs graves. Gospel speaks on the Ancient of Days, yet Negro Sprituals groan out the sermons of slaves..

We use this phenomenon to wake up, we've used certain songs as the soundtrack to our breakups.

Such power. Such matter. It's clamor provokes the movement of my limbs, gems frantically jump off lobes around the globe when that one jam probes...

Hope floats off treble clefs, it brings nieces and nephs to one paradym, the soul train line!

It gives the deliberation that a love lives, a love will survive, a love will die. In love will I- live.

I'm not married to music, but I'm definately a live in... I give in, to it.

Come on, we run on tracks listening to tracks we swear make us faster.

We comment on music constantly, both the good and the diasater,

and we wonder what will live on past the... Recurrance of time? Alicia Keys chimes, Jay- Z lines...

Where were you when you first heard we are the world? New Edition's issue with a relationships weather,

Or Al Green's insistance on staying together.

Big's sinister stories or hearing minister, Shekinah Glory, for the first time... From Zap to Marvin Sapp, Chris Brown to Casting Crowns....

I am at my best when I hear....

The music sound......

Redlines...