Music Wesley Migletz Poem by Wesley Migletz

In the realm where silence sings,
Where melodies take flight on wings,
There lies a force that moves the soul,
A magic that makes our spirits whole.

Music, the language of the heart,
A symphony of emotions, a work of art,
From the gentle notes of a lullaby,
To the thunderous crash of a battle cry.

It can lift us up to the highest peak,
Or bring us to tears when we're feeling weak,
A universal language we all understand,
A bridge that connects us across the land.

From Beethoven to the Beatles' fame,
From classical to hip-hop's name,
Every genre has its own unique grace,
Each note in its special place.

So let the music play, let it flow,
Through the heart and the mind, let it go,
For in its embrace, we find our way,
In the world of music, we'll forever stay.