Through Music

• Sashana Salanguit, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2019

Waves of sound roars, sparking memories
Noises flowing from different directions,
A language formed into a work of art…

There’s something magic it’s called music,
Sometimes it could be therapeutic.
An aura of music is crowding the room,
The spirit of music has begun to bloom.
A droplet of melody into a pond,
An echo of sounds begins to bond.

The lyrics of the song make an effect,
Of how we imagine the song we select.
Memories, feelings all sorts of kind,
The wonder of music is in my mind.

That is called music, pleasing to the ear,
They are definitions of the magic we can hear.