Music score (credit: WordPress free media library)
When I tire of conversation,
when I want to be alone,
working or in contemplation,
one thing always sets the tone.
Whether solo, band or drone,
fugue, sonata, golden oldie,
folksong, classic (known, unknown),
jazz: each has the power to hold me.
Music, reaching to enfold me,
speaks directly to the brain.
Right from childhood music called me,
smoothing pain and soothing strain.
Music speaks, not words but phrases.
What it still tells me amazes.
A Spencerian sonnet written in trochaic tetrameters: homework written for a creative writing course. Its discipline made it quite hard to not sound forced while continuing to convey an authentic emotion. The rhyme scheme is abab bcbc cdcd ee
Zenrinji 
A very sweet one, this one. Makes me want to play music! (Which I do all the time)
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You’ll know how I feel then, Silvia — hard to imagine life without my music, whether playing piano or singing or listening to recorded music, though sometimes natural sounds or even absolute silence is music to my ears! 🎶
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So beautiful, what you said, silence is music sometimes.
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I’m sharing this with my pianist friend in East Riding, Yorks. I know she feels the same.
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Thanks, Lizzie! Hope she enjoys it too. 😊
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