Write a poem about how music changed your life.

Sounds accompanied by a beat.

Mixed together creating a song.

These sounds make us feel.

We feel love. A growing air within us.

We feel pain. Tears glide down our cheeks.

We feel the happiness. Dancing to these beats.

Sounds to different melodies making us feel heat.

Dancing, bouncing, twirling.

Singing, smiling, crying.

All of these feelings made, just by different, sounds.

You find music, and in turn, it you

You are gatefolded in time

Tempo-ral

Beat-en

In body and mind

RPM, BPM, ambient

Amen

Music, you don’t just listen, you feel it. The melody does not move you it grove’s you. I think inspiration of a beat can knock you right off your seat. The notes have feelings too, that’s why it makes you float on a boat. Listen up, close your eyes, open your heart, and let the songs take you back to a place that picks you up if your feeling down. Music can do that.

Music is pain, Music is struggle
Music is a competition, artists like athletes, their 
bodies their rendition. Music is a story, about a 
man and his song. Will he spread his story or wait 
too long? Only he can decide, music and the body 
move smoothly in stride. Do you make the beat 
or does the beat make you? Real artists are 
competitors, no matter who’s their competitor, 
they make the beat better, so clever how they 
place words carefully together. Always remember 
you ARE the beat and the song, a competition 
between you and yourself, once you know that 
nothing can go wrong.

We were down eight points and very behind,
Our team was exhausted, and also whined,
All hope was lost,  we didn’t know what to do,
Then some blasted the song, “We will Rock You”
We had spirit, we had hope in our hearts,
We played hard, despite our faults,
The crowd cheered rooting us on,
And in the end, We Won!

My muse is not tangible,
Nor is it seen.
It is the slight flutter of your heart
When a beat drums against your soul.
It is the slow head roll you experience
When smooth beats encase you in tranquility.
It is the final push up you manage to do
When a sick drop resonates throughout your bones.
It is the invisible comfort you need
When a sad melody drapes over your shoulders.
My muse is not tangible,
Nor is it seen.
It is felt.

my heart drums

and sings in tune with some of the most beautiful melodies ever to be made,

and my fingers dance along

to the beat so meticulously created

for consumption.

does the heart become full after such a lovely experience

and the sound of it all, makes the world easier to deal with.

it soothes the soul

and gives me reason to continue to live

Do you remember where you were

When that song became “our song?”

Was it your first kiss

   Or was it the first dance?

Do you remember?
Do you remember where you were

When that song touched your heart?

Were you watching the Stars and Stripes boldly wave,

   Standing with your hand over your heart?

Do you remember?
Do you remember where you were

When that song meant you were young and free?

Were you cruising Main Street

   In your muscle car with a new driver’s license?

Do you remember?
Do you remember where you were

And what you were doing

When music touched the moments of your life

   And caused you to remember them forever?
Music is the sound track of our lives.

I’m a huge gross nerd

14 years old

Freshman in high school

Yuck 
Bye Bye Birdie on the scene

My first costume plot

Sewing and shit

That’s fun
Three years later

Spamalot

400 costumes in 2 months

Won a Cappie award, NBD
Also met The Bae

Three years so far

Things are going pretty well

He put a ring on it
That’s how music(als) bend the rules

The bass gives you a feel deep down in your chest,

A sound that won’t stop and give you any rest.

There is a consistency of the beat

within the stomping of stranger’s feet.

Singing along to the words of every song,

giving you an intense feeling in your chest that is ever so strong.

Music is emotional written methodically,

forever influencing the world hypnotically.

always there
with just a click.
every note
reminds me of 
a different
time. just a click
and i spin back years;
contains all thoughts
and fears and 
everything else
in just a few minutes.

Contemplating.

Complicating.
Procrastinating, yet magic making

Love quaking through heart breaking
Satisfaction brought back to action

A life of meaning but without a caption
Solving my chains of misery

Music has made… my history.

The strings on my guitar

sound away in the dark

while the lights from the cars

sweep my bedroom walls
Six windows line the room

to my makeshift studio,

soundproof in the dead of night
A write what I feel, what I might

in the night, with no fright.

I sing what I can into the air

Though it’s impact I haven’t a care.
With me and my room of guitar,

here in my little lair.

I haven’t a care.

Music is an escape.
From the cape.
That we must put on every day.
In order to make pay.
We jump really fast.
We run even faster.
So that we can say…
We are black belt masters.
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Whenever life has got you feeling down

And you can’t seem to get out of the rut,

There’s one thing that will erase your frown

And give you a good feeling in your gut.
If you feel like you’re losing a battle with stress

Kid Cudi will strengthen your resolve.

If you’re having trouble finding a date

The Weeknd will help you evolve.
If you’re looking for a pregame pump up

Weezy F Baby is one of a kind.

If you’re looking for a lyrical masterpiece

Slim Shady will blow your mind.
If you just wanna dance

Justin Timberlake will get you movin’

Moral of the story is

That music will always get you groovin’.

I talk a lot

Sometimes too much

But often about nothing at all
I can find words about weather

About classes

About life
But those words that carry weight

Words that convey love or meaning

Those can evade me when I need them most
Music finds those words

And explains things

In ways I never could
Through the sounds of instruments

The flow of a song

And lyrics that speak volumes
When I can’t find my own words

I can always find a song

That knows just what I mean

The puck from the big one is violent
It sets the tone, like it is the pilot
I feel in charge when I play
We prepared for our spring concert every may
First chair bassist is where I was
And to this day I say it is because 
The double bass gave me my love

Who needs a Cartel when

plugging in is The Cure?

If The Vaccines can put me

into a Swell Daze, why

Poison The Young Veins?
I can Walk The Moon or

take The Velvet Underground

to escape the fact that

The Strokes of luck we’ve had

are based on Milky Chance.
We hit an All Time Low when

we care more about The Blow

we left in our parents’ Beach House

than the lives of Black Kids or

the homes of Local Natives.
But why Ra Ra Riot when

Passion Pits you against

The National mindset?

Say Anything, but

don’t say it too loud.

Music adds life to the world

Lyrics and emotions being swirled

Bodies swayin n’ records playin

Memories forming and a whole lot of love storming

Creating dreams and playing hearts just like a guitar string

The flow of the music
Comes through my heart.
Where the music touches,
There can be no evil.
Only pure peace is existed.
Makes me to escape from worry.
Makes me to rest.

Well, it is always nice when True Friends make songs. Because songs are a kind of music, but with words so you can understand why Friends are Important. 
Like one time I wrote a song called “Tina Made Groom” after he was trash talking me and I needed to set the record straight.
Or another time, when I wrote a song called “Tina Don’t Like the Mean Word” after that Savvy man Ben kept using the Mean Word even after I was trying to be nice. 
Another time, when it was New Years, I made a special version of the New Year’s Song called “Make Art for Your True Friends, My Bub!” that was a really nice thing for me to do. 
But then, my True Friend Vivien made a wonderful song, just for me, called “Look What Happened to Tina” that was just such a fantastic piece of music that it almost made me cry. But not really, I am tough. 
And then, just when I thought it wouldn’t get any nicer, my True Friends Vivien and that David did another song for me called “GIFfing is Without You” that made me want to sing along all day and play my double-bass. That remix is in the studio now, awaiting some final vocal embellishments. 
I could go on an on about how nice it is that music makes you feel. But it is about making vibrations that other peoples can feel, plus when they make vibrations, you feel them too. Plus, at the same time it is even better. Like, LIVE. 
So music is a kind of Art, and that is what we like to make. So Make some Art, bub. 
And Make Some Music Art, Bub, too!

You asked today how music changed me,

This is easy to answer you see.

I have loved music since I was very young,

I don’t think there is a song I haven’t sung.

I like to listen to every word,

Even the songs that are really absurd.

From “Rock Lobster” to “Cats in the Cradle”,

I’ve even listened to a song about a dreidel.

Give me music, over TV and reading,

I love to listen to it when I’m in the garden seeding.

Music is what makes me happy,

Now I’m done getting sappy.

From cacophonic discontent,
To a restful respite,
Brilliant thoughts composers meant,
To that Pop tune, that trending “it”,
Music captures ineffable content,
And bridges minds of the voiceless.
Hard to describe, but

Soft-en-ing blows,
Music makes all the difference.

Music gives me smiles

Unwinds my mind

Singing along passes miles

It gets me out of a bind

Curbs the stress

And lets me rest!

the vibrations of my soul

speak beyond words

connecting me to you

and beyond.

through sound

I feel

breathe

and live.