Music

• Allegra Jones, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2018

The magical tune whistles through the air as it settles on the ground,
A soft ticklish touch left as the only proof of the sweet melody.
Hypnotised by the freedom of the sounds that run through your veins,
You belong in this world of wonders and harmony.
If you were to run your hands around the cool edge of your silver instrument,
You would still feel the life of the gentle vibrations travelling,
Travelling to an empty place in need of the trickling notes.
The soft air around you glimmers, then as the delightful noise fades away,
You know that it is over, but not forever,
Only as long as the secret is found, for that is where there is a new beginning.