the music poem

the music I hear the music The music is playing The music is soft The music is now fading The music is gone Which means so is my life No music means no life The music is gone Come back to me music The Music is begining I have a life The music is pretty The Music is wonderful Oh no The music is fading again I love the music The music is gone Good bye music ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ music Music is what makes you move Music is what makes you groove Music can be good or bad depending on how its used Music can make you choose different clothes to wear Music can make you change your hair Music can make you choose new friends Music can make you want to dance Music can make you fight Music can make everything alright Music can take care of you when your alone Music can make everything feel like home Music can harm and take away Music can make you want to stay Music is the only friend I have Music is my mom and dad Music is what keeps me alive When I feel like I can't survive ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Violin She cried for all the broken hearts, Painted everlasting winters - Floral patterns etched in ice; A frozen tear to Soften up the bastard bones. Bow made love to needy string In cooing fling - wanton whispers Fondled under pianissimos, Caressing callous hearts. Melodrama swayed in satin sound - Yet the player wasn't there, Only creamy song, soothing, yearning, Teasing bitter minds. I sensed her persevering loneliness For beauty of an evening: Romance of a tune; laughing, Sobbing at the fire. Then a climax - Writhing passion cutting deep - Wounding macho flesh, And all in a work of musical art: Ephemeral stories, yarned of music Honed impossibly through her tones