Good day, this is music of millions
Do not look for anything faster.
Do not look for anything stronger.
Under the cape of happiness
magical sound carres us.
Sound that carries like the wind
carries desert sand.
Sound which a summer day
brings to an autumn night.
Into dreary autumn
it brings spring breath.
Breath which lifts us
Between the sky and the earth.
Breath which lasts
Like neverendng music.
The music of millions becomes
Our eternal day.
Good day, my dear.
This is Paco de Lucia.
This is Tango Flamenco.
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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The sound of music.......
The sound of music gives us so much emotions
and that plays a melody deep in our heart greatly
All the sound on the earth are like music
and the music brings love and enjoyment to our life
Music expresses universal language of the world
and brings people together where ever they live
The music is the best gift of God to all of us
where its fills our soul with peace and mind with creativity
Every music has its own rhythm
and it's creates a great sound of music
Music in the mountain brings peace in our heart
and music in the ocean fills our soul with love
When I hear the sound of music
then I begin to write a song as a soul of music
If you don't love the sound of music
then your soul will be unsung
Because music can put life in to a dead man
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2006 Ravi Sathasivam
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Weight of the Wind
The wind carries much more than we see
It carries a lot of what makes you and me
The wind blows and carries lies
Around the world it carries cries
We don't hear nor see any of these things
We don't know or feel what the wind brings
The wind carries the wishes and dreams
The wind carries promises down streams
On it lays our secrets we hold inside
Also the love for others we try to hide
It carries so much oh how I wish to know
With all that weight how can the wind blow?
poem by Mathew Welch
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The Autumn Sing
Here’s the autumn sing…
A symphony from its falling leaf…
Catching the wind from a future winter…
Rolling through a shy light…
Oh autumn shall not die in winter…
As a promise summer will surely come….
Ah autumn is a second spring…
Not all could see, all leaf is flower….
Autumn warn a terrible winter phase….
No one listen, No one will hear it…
As it is only the sound of silence….
Who can hold an indefinite sound...?
No one embrace the autumn….
As it is only a sad phase…
It gives nothing but an autumn chill….
Spring always comes with a better glory…
Oh autumn with its broken feather…
Could other season patch it up again?
No other season will devote their being….
Autumn suffers alone….
Autumns leaf keep on falling…
Spring comes cheerfully…
Summer comes strongly….
Winter always comes coldly…..
But autumn changes its face every time….
No one knows the differences….
Just the secret of the nature…
Why can’t it’d be a spring?
Why can’t it’d be summer?
Why can’t it’d be winter?
Ah autumn dance again between all the falling leaf…
It enjoys its sadness…
It embraces its pain….
As only from autumn all painter learn…
How to capture a true hidden beauty…
All speaks the same in every season….
But autumn remain different…..
For autumn is an alone singer…
Only a genuinely soul painter could witness its beauty….
That’s all the autumn need….
A silence audience....
Who can make other being see….
A glance of its beauty...
poem by Eva Clara Harahap
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Life's unending cycle...
Senses of sight and sound brought to life,
Lingering once more in the beauty of summer's death,
Leaves drift down and down falling gently,
Meandering by, carried upon the breath of existance,
A myriad of colours dancing on the bones of summer,
Autumn awakens in hues of scarlet and gold,
All of life retreats with colour and carefree joy,
But soon autumn too shall exhale her dying breath,
Defeated once more by winter's all conquering sword,
And life's unending cycle continues unhalted...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Exploring The Joys Of Music
Music resembles a bouquet
it comes to sound of wonder floating in the air
dances gracefully, a setting of romance
it holds a surprise like stars that twinkle
its a divine art that pleasures, like treasures
it's like sunshine, exposing light to brighten our minds
its sentiment welcomes the halls, of warm mellow elegance of sound Music ties to a big bouquet, it sets the stage places the mood for
a wedding day lingering rhythm brings meaning of courting days
varieties compare to flowers in a florist the beats of drums in
a jungle of Africa thunder burst produces a rumble, music is a
miracle its love comes true its passionate in moonlight and in
summer night music is a mystery of heavenly stars, prayers set
to music to praise Christ, music carries us in time preeminently
songs we are fond of, to croon, we rehearse and we carry through
the end of time; feelings of joy, it excites us in spirit, its
sweet we keep time with our feet, old songs are memories for-ever
to keep, it's all clusters in mind
poem by Inez Kobus
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No Words (For Hune)
i could write volumes about:
the barking of dogs,
the stampeding marching song of ants.
the screeching grate of the snail crossing pavement,
the sound of the fire flickering on the candle wick.
the hymn of the rain before it hits the ground,
the jubilent sound of the rose petal opening...
the scream of the autumn leaf
just as it begins to fall.
the sharp intake of breath,
when the tree sees the saw.
the heavy breathing of silence,
that brings darkness to night....
real language, without pretension,
or forethought...
without the need to grasp as 'i or me'!
the infinite language of a silent god!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Breath of Heaven
*~*
Every now and then,
when the world sits just right ~
a gentle breath of heaven
fills my soul with delight,
and I sigh,
as the sun brings its morning,
its gift of warmth to chase the chill ~
from the crook of night's arms
arising o'er that far hill,
and I know,
heaven smiles,
and I smile, too,
for life can be hard
while the dreams are few.
Yet, every now and then,
when the world sits just right ~
that gentle breath of heaven
fills my soul with delight,
and I see,
a turning of a leaf
dancing in the autumn's sun,
and a brilliant shade of crimson
glowing when the day is done,
and I sigh,
as the rose that stands alone,
thrives where no others thrive.
A rare bouquet of one ~
still strong, still alive,
and I know,
that even in the shadows
heaven catches, unaware,
those blinded by visions
of hatred and despair,
and I see,
a promise of tomorrow
in that wind around the bend,
as it carries a dream of hope ~
with no hate or pain to tend,
and I pray,
as every now and then,
when this world sits just right ~
that gentle breath of heaven
fills my soul with delight,
and I smile...I smile.
*~*
poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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Breath! Breath out!
A moment of silence.
Breath out!
There is nothing to say aloud.
Reflection of passion in the eyes.
Breath!
There is no time to realize.
They quickly open the door lock.
Breath out!
They look at the clock.
Endless kiss in the hall.
Breath!
Don’t fall!
The sound of falling ring.
Breath out!
Ding, ding!
The smell of electricity on the skin.
Breath!
Who will win?
A certain expression on his face.
Breath out!
It’s not a race.
Fulfilling with ecstasy two glasses.
Breath!
They are full of fantasies.
Not clear whispers of wet lips.
Breath out!
You are not VIPs.
The hasty movements of two lightings.
Breath!
They are fighting.
One is tender, another one is rude.
Breath out!
One is not so cute.
Rocking hands of the clock.
Breath!
Don’t get a shock!
As… one is released,
another one is not.
Take a deep breath!
As… here is a dot.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Avenue In Savernake Forest
How soothing sound the gentle airs that move
The innumerable leaves, high overhead,
When autumn first, from the long avenue,
That lifts its arching height of ancient shade,
Steals here and there a leaf!
Within the gloom,
In partial sunshine white, some trunks appear,
Studding the glens of fern; in solemn shade
Some mingle their dark branches, but yet all,
All make a sad sweet music, as they move,
Not undelightful to a stranger's heart.
They seem to say, in accents audible,
Farewell to summer, and farewell the strains
Of many a lithe and feathered chorister,
That through the depth of these incumbent woods
Made the long summer gladsome.
I have heard
To the deep-mingling sounds of organs clear,
(When slow the choral anthem rose beneath),
The glimmering minster, through its pillared aisles,
Echo;--but not more sweet the vaulted roof
Rang to those linked harmonies, than here
The high wood answers to the lightest breath
Of nature.
Oh, may such sweet music steal,
Soothing the cares of venerable age,
From public toil retired: may it awake,
As, still and slow, the sun of life declines,
Remembrances, not mournful, but most sweet;
May it, as oft beneath the sylvan shade
Their honoured owner strays, come like the sound
Of distant seraph harps, yet speaking clear!
How poor is every sound of earthly things,
When heaven's own music waits the just and pure!
poem by William Lisle Bowles
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You Took My Breath Away
You took my breath away
I want it back again
Look at the mess Im in
I dont know what to say
I dont know how to feel
You dont care anyway
All I can do is wait
You took my breath away
You took this song of mine
And changed the middle bit
It used to sound alright
But now the words dont fit
Its getting hard to rhyme
Impossible to play
Ive tried it many times
You took my breath away
One day when the sun is shining
There will be that silver lining
You knocked my headlights out
So turn them on again
I cant see where Im going
I cant tell where Ive been
I dont know how to feel
This hasnt been my day
Seems like Ive lost a wheel
You took my breath away
You took my breath away
You took my breath away
You took my breath away
song performed by by George Harrison
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Quiet Lullabies
Waves of brilliant blue
Gently lap against the shore
Quiet lullabies play
Softer than a whisper
Telling tales of loves lost
Of battles fought over the ocean
Of bitter-sweet tragedies
And buried memories
All told by simple melodies
The sound of a lost music box
Carries over the ocean
Telling tales of loves found
Of triumph and riches
Of sighing breath
Of last wishes and
That which had been granted
Forever traveling the waves
Like a message in a bottle
Quiet lullabies play
Softer than a whisper
poem by Autumn Winds
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Pirouetting Autumn
The tree blushed - a rude blast of air
Betrayed a shapely bough.
My saddened heart aware
That Nature's clock was chiming,
I froze upon the twelfth
Clanging tone, caught alone,
Staring at a creaking door -
Left ajar for dancing, coloured Autumn,
Pirouetting in her leaves,
While agitated summer creatures
Backed away resignedly,
Sighing in protracted breves.
I turned; gave company;
We stood together, watching
Summer slowly blow away.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
A utumn autumn autumn autumn
Autumn autumn autumn autumn
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Autumn autumn autumn autumn
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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When.
Music when sound becomes hollow.
When sun turns to storm.
When earth begins to quake.
Screams echo in Summer breeze.
Laughter floats away on the waves.
Music when silence becomes deafening.
Music when dry eyes start to cry.
Music when dreams turn to nightmares.
Music when calamity turns to chaos.
When clear minds cloud.
When loving heart break.
When children never exist.
When words are never spoken.
Music when sound becomes hollow.
Music when soft voices die.
poem by Jessica Wetzel
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What Is Music
What is music?
What is music?
Is music the languages that shoot out of my mouth and speak in silence?
Is music the moving of my lip according to my mind command?
What is music?
Music is the one two word that my mind put together in my mouth
Music is the airs that escape a snap of my violence teeth
Music is the wisdom sound my mind and mouth produce
Music is the combine sound that entertain my ear drum
What is music?
Music is a simple sound I verbalize to state my joyful soul
Music is the jingle that loosen my soul in time of desire
Music is the sounds that launch me to a free world
Music is the spirit that struggle in me
What is music?
Music is the sound I scream from my mouth to a free humanity
Music is a one two word I yell
Music is the lyric I cry to express my mental mind,
My beating heart
My jumping feet
My shouting soul
My sweating body
What is music?
Music is the rhythm of my voice, what is music? ?
poem by Robert Otim
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Light Is Faster Than Sound
Sound ...
Light is faster than sound
My head to the ground
Mind going round
Faster than sound.
What goes up must come down
World goes around
Sun shines at ground
Faster than sound.
Yeah yeah, faster than sound, yeah
Faster than sound, whoa yeah
Faster than sound, ah ah
'cause life is faster than sound.
Faster than sound.
It's your face yes it is,
It's your face yes it is,
I see your face, yeah
I see your face, yeah
I see your face, yeah faster than sound, yeah
I see your face, yeah faster than sound, alright c'mon c'mon
Oh yeah faster than sound, yeah
Oh oh faster than sound, ah ha
I see your face faster than sound, yeah
I see your face faster than sound, yeah
Oh yeah faster than sound
Oh yeah faster than sound
Oh yeah faster than sound, hey
Faster than sound.
Light is faster than sound
My head to the ground
Mind going round
Faster than sound.
What goes up must come down
World goes around
Sun shines around
Faster than sound.
Whoa!
Faster than sound, yeah
Faster than sound
Alright, alright, alright
Faster than sound
Yeah,
Faster than sound
Faster than sound
Faster than sound, yeah yeah!
Faster than sound, yeah yeah!
Faster than sound!
It's so fast, yes it is
It's so fast, yes it is
Hey, hey
It's so fast, faster than sound
It's so fast, faster than sound, alright alright
It's so fast, faster than sound, whoa!
It's so fast, faster than sound, hey!
It's so fast, faster than sound, yeah!
It's so fast, faster than sound
It's so fast, faster than sound, whoa!
It's so fast, faster than sound, oh feel it!
It's so fast, faster than sound, yeah!
It's so fast, faster than sound, oh oh!
It's so fast, faster than sound
It's so fast, faster than sound
It's so fast, faster than sound, alright alright alright
It's so fast, faster than sound, yeah!
It's so fast , faster than sound
Faster than sound
Faster than sound, alright
Faster than sound
Faster than sound, whoa!
Faster than sound
Faster than sound
Faster than sound, hey
Faster than sound
Faster than sound, alright
Faster than sound
Thank you.
I want to thank you very much all for coming, you're very nice.
song performed by by Janis Joplin
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Come September
Come September,
when two of nature's seasons live as one,
where days of summer shed their final afterglow
'ere falling gently 'neath an autumn's rising sun,
and every hanging bough and turning leaf will know ~
the green meets gold,
within the murmurings and turnings of trees
that flutter their branches in a restless dance
of impending change. Their limbs akimbo, as arms,
waving goodbye...watching autumn advance,
yet, summer pleads,
to share the days of changeling September
and clings to every breath of autumn's eve ~
spreading warmth and sultry breeze with waning movement
while knowing time grows short, and it must leave,
as beauty stays,
though, not for long, for gold becomes gold
after summer's sung her final song,
and lustrous are the days and nights made bold
with autumn's breath blowing chilly and cold ~
O'grieve September,
though, not for long, as gold turns into winter white,
then into green with 'springing' guile,
and summer's sight brings back September,
to share a season's remembered smile.
poem by Hazelmarie Elliott
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The Autumn
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
The summer sun is faint on them --
The summer flowers depart --
Sit still -- as all transform'd to stone,
Except your musing heart.
How there you sat in summer-time,
May yet be in your mind;
And how you heard the green woods sing
Beneath the freshening wind.
Though the same wind now blows around,
You would its blast recall;
For every breath that stirs the trees,
Doth cause a leaf to fall.
Oh! like that wind, is all the mirth
That flesh and dust impart:
We cannot bear its visitings,
When change is on the heart.
Gay words and jests may make us smile,
When Sorrow is asleep;
But other things must make us smile,
When Sorrow bids us weep!
The dearest hands that clasp our hands, --
Their presence may be o'er;
The dearest voice that meets our ear,
That tone may come no more!
Youth fades; and then, the joys of youth,
Which once refresh'd our mind,
Shall come -- as, on those sighing woods,
The chilling autumn wind.
Hear not the wind -- view not the woods;
Look out o'er vale and hill-
In spring, the sky encircled them --
The sky is round them still.
Come autumn's scathe -- come winter's cold --
Come change -- and human fate!
Whatever prospect Heaven doth bound,
Can ne'er be desolate.
poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Movements and Sounds
Can you hear that great and powerful sound
That brings shock to the earth and the sky?
There has never been anything so fierce.
I walk on this path seeing the grand journey
But have never heard anything so pure,
It gives a jolt to my heart and brings life.
When have you ever been so fulfilled in life
That your body aches at a simple sound?
The beating of my heart rings fast and pure,
My pounding chest reflects the living sky.
The clouds move swiftly, everlasting journey
To nowhere, they move so vividly fierce.
The wind sings its song, passionate and fierce.
The earth breathes her in and feels a new life.
Inhale and exhale, she’s on her journey
As the earth listens, taking in the sound
That shatters panes, coming from the black sky.
Still there is nothing that could be so pure.
But how can anyone say sounds are pure?
They scream and shout to the earth so fiercely,
Out of reach, elevated in the sky.
Yet, the screams exhilarate my small life
And I smile every time I hear the sound,
I move faster to fulfill my journey.
Step by step my shadow takes its journey
But it does not understand why the pure
Noise exhilarates. Shaken by the sound
Again, my heart stands strong and my bones fierce,
Holding the nerves and blood that brings me life
As my hands reach out toward the vast sky.
“I will cry out loudly, ” said the Sky
“To help your body move for your journey.
I am the great supplier of your life,
I am what makes this earth so calm and pure
Only with a whisper of this loud sound.”
Moving fast, wind and I one, run fiercely.
Hear the penetrating sound from the sky.
You become fierce each step of the journey
And feel ever pure as you welcome new life.
poem by Michelle Slaney
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Autumn Came
By ripping cheeks,
with cold breeze,
with twitter of sparrows,
Autumn came!
Autumn came to cover
shivering earth
with colorful leaves carpet!
Autumn floats like
sun's epitaph
Autumn echoed like
farewell song of birds
in the evening!
Autumn touches the
breath of last leaves
on the verge of falling
with warmth!
Autumn challenges the
confidence of the tree
who hides buds in the heart
poem by Mula Veereswara Rao
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Life Is Lovely All the Year
When the buds are blossoming,
Smiling welcome to the spring,
Lovers choose a wedding day -
Life is love in merry May!
Spring is green - Fal lal la!
Summer's rose - Fal lal la!
It is sad when Summer goes,
Fal la!
Autumn's gold - Fal lal la!
Winter's grey - Fal lal la!
Winter still is far away -
Fal la!
Leaves in Autumn fade and fall;
Winter is the end of all.
Spring and summer teem with glee:
Spring and summer, then, for me!
Fal la!
In the Spring-time seed is sown:
In the Summer grass is mown:
In the Autumn you may reap:
Winter is the time for sleep.
Spring is hope - Fal lal la!
Summer's joy - Fal lal la!
Spring and Summer never cloy,
Fal la!
Autumn, toil - Fal lal la!
Winter, rest - Fal lal la!
Winter, after all, is best -
Fal la!
Spring and summer pleasure you,
Autumn, ay, and winter, too -
Every season has its cheer;
Life is lovely all the year!
Fal la!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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