Music within Voice

Voice; songs; there everywhere.

It speaks to express color.

It speaks music to my ears and has strong power.

Concerts are places where everyone goes to see and enjoy music of their choice.

Without the power of voice,

Music wouldn’t be possible.

Music is everywhere.

From when you first wake up to the morning light

Until the time you fall into a beautiful dream.

Music is the voice of the world.

The voice of humanity and its surroundings.

Music is the beauty of angels.

It fills the soul, with words that aren’t possible to explain.

It’s something you can’t avoid,

even if you try to.

Past Present Future

I am from the dust in the corner of a room
and opening a suprise in every cereal box.
I am a silent leaf delicatley falling from its branch
that hopes to never be brittle when stepped on.

In a place someone called Earth,
is the place I call home.
I am the gentle breeze that runs through your hair,
and the frigid cold that can give you a chill.

I am a little sister, a friend, a stranger...
 one who trys to get back up on her feet when knocked to the ground.
A treasurable moment for me, by my family, is something that is locked into my heart forever.

A momento... a gift... a santuary... somewhere/someone that makes me feel safe, secure and at ease.