Chapter 31: Poetry : The talk of music

A note begins, like a quiet sigh,

It wraps around you, soaring high.

A rhythm rises, sure and clear,

A pulse like footsteps drawing near.

Each sound a touch, both soft and true,

It knows the things inside of you.

No need for words, no need for sight,

In music’s arms, you feel the light.

It sings of joy, of tears we’ve cried,

Of moments lost and love denied.

A human voice in every tone,

Reminding us we're not alone.

In every beat, a life unfolds,

A story shared, a hand to hold.

Through every song, it finds a way

To speak the things we cannot say.

Each chord a world, each beat a breath,

A melody escapes the grip of death.

From hands and lips to sky it grows,

Music, the language the spirit knows.

It dances through the quiet night,

In sorrow's tears or joy's delight.

A voice of hope, a bridge of grace,

Uniting hearts in every place.

A whispered hum, a thunder’s call,

In music’s arms, we find it all.

The pain, the love, the wild unknown—

In every song, we’re never alone.