Without Words Poem by Karen Edwards

The strumming guitar sings of life,
sings of cheer, of beauty and hope
things a heart holds so dear.
Great poets endeavor to instill
such a scene on the stage
of the mind, to summon the
feelings with grand words,
verse and rhyme, to reach
that inner ear of the soul
that takes it all in, takes
over control, the fount
of emotion buried within,
the source of the smiles,
and trigger of tears. The
place where humanity
truly begins. Though music
and lyrics are meant to go
hand in hand, rare melodies
written must alone make a
stand, for the touching of
spirit, the poetry there
is in the language of notes,
a combination of sounds,
and the message is heard
quite loud and clear, without
a single preposition, adverb
or noun.