Music

Another creative title for a poem, this one concerning music.

Music - to summarize in a word,
Would take stanzas.
Music - to advocate in a poem -
Would take books.
Music - to fill a library,
Would take a world full of buildings.
Music - to summarize,
Cannot be done.

Words may describe the human experience,
And artworks the skin of the world.
But what goes deeper,
What touches the soul?
What describes emotion itself?
That is music.

Throughout history,
What has prevailed:
Since man roamed the earth?
What has sufficed the primal expression,
The desire to be free,
More than music?

Weather the beating of sticks,
Or the clapping of stones,
Or a brief body's slap,
Or an intonated sound,
Released by a bow and a string,
Music best describes the world.

It is the entertainer of all,
A family-gatherer,
A creative prodigy,
A spectacle in itself.

And yet, it is tears to the eyes,
Or it becomes the fluttering of a heart,
Far begone into love;
It is the worked passion of rage,
Expressing the fires of Hell itself -
But the clouds part,
And here is the harmony of the Heavens Above.

Music is a treat,
It draws you in,
It rewards you for your efforts,
But always presents harder challenges;
And, not unlike technology,
It is ever-changing and evolving.
But it has already taken the world.

Music unites this place,
Throughout cultures,
Throughout time,
In periods of war,
In epochs of peace -
It expresses the inner being.

And justice is yet undone.