Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #361
You Hear
by Belinda Roddie
You hear that noise, my child? That's called music!
Such a delightful collection of sound,
like a colorful and bright mosaic,
but for the ears instead of the eyes. Now,
you are young, dear, but soon, you will hear songs
that will define who you are and what you
will do. Perhaps you'll be part of the throngs
of choral singers, or maybe you'll choose
an instrument to play. Woodwinds are nice,
and brass is bold. Percussion packs a punch,
and strings are always lovely played at night
in front of an audience. Before lunch,
you can tinker on the piano. I guess
however you enjoy music is best.
by Belinda Roddie
You hear that noise, my child? That's called music!
Such a delightful collection of sound,
like a colorful and bright mosaic,
but for the ears instead of the eyes. Now,
you are young, dear, but soon, you will hear songs
that will define who you are and what you
will do. Perhaps you'll be part of the throngs
of choral singers, or maybe you'll choose
an instrument to play. Woodwinds are nice,
and brass is bold. Percussion packs a punch,
and strings are always lovely played at night
in front of an audience. Before lunch,
you can tinker on the piano. I guess
however you enjoy music is best.
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