Music is wild

sound, combined
with silence and civilized into time
and tune, does not speak in particular
words but in universal
feelings and emotion,

that evoke our laughter,
our fears and our highest
aspirations, takes us to
the unnamable and

the unknowable-TRUTH
but never says
a mean or sarcastic thing. Music silences
the chunnering of the mind, uncovers
who we are in, akin

to a rebirth. It's a state
super and natural
every one of us can go to. In the flow
of the rhythm on the beat, when black and white
notes are played together, sudden flashes

of its poetry as melody, stir the sacred
in us as if a soul speaks
to another soul. It's only heard
but not seen or even touched
as the measureless.

Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
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Written on 2023-01-04 at 13:33

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I love music in all its guises, itís description, elusive. youíve described very well.