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.