Author: AnnabethO

joy of music

In music, peace is found in the endless soundwaves
a sound with a heartbeat, lost in song
pabletating in the people of the brave
gone in ecstasy of music.
A drug that overtakes the body
controlling us like puppets
we dance like there is nobody
till our feet give out or the trumpets stop.
We make music with our voice
a shout of praise or of grief and failed love
we rejoice in the power of music
We use it as a tool to get through tough times like the wings on a dove.
Music is a drug like no other it can make you fly
higher than the heavens past the earth’s sky.

Black and White

Once in a world without a name
Without a color
Without a shade
They all lived in black-and-white

And gray

Newspapers had a dreary taste
The clothes were all in plain
Expression is forbidden here
Everything remains the same
White and black, and back again.

We all forget eventually
Stars will die
But Earth keeps spinning
When something’s different, call it wrong
Point it back to white and black
Forget about original.

There is no just start and end
There has to be a story
And when we change the order
We get gray.

Once there was a world
Of black and white and gray
All because of one brave soul;
All because of difference.