The sounds we hear from the car next to door
To the melancholy chirps of a blue bird,
To the unseen and unheard marching band
Playing a show of grandor
And at the game blasts the wild, pumped-up stereo,
From the songs at celebrations and special occasions,
To the sad hums during memorials and funerals
And the surrounding silence as one listens to ballads
Or rap or metal, whatever the mood.
It speaks loud and clear
And is known and loved universally.
The sweet melodies that make us who we are,
We feel instantly and wonderfully.
To the heart and soul
And singing in our ear of a soft loll,
Music speaks.