Ode to Music

The music flows through my ears,

Every word, every sound,

Taking me away from it all,

Stress of classes, life, everything,

Putting my mind at ease,

Letting me focus on something else for a while,

Letting me relax,

Taping my toes, swaying to the beat,

Music does that,

Music is in its own category,

It's like a diverse universe,

A universe that has so many styles,

And so many fans,

Young and old,

White and Black,

That's the great thing about music,

You can usually listen to whatever you want,

And no one will care,

Music doesn't judge,

Or complain,

It just is there,

To help, relax, calm, and so much more,

It's like a mood ring,

Each color represents an artist or band,

And those colors can either change every day,

Or stay the same,

Depending on your mood,

It's just something great that we have,

That everyone can be apart of,

No matter who you are,

Listener, artist, band,

Everyone is apart of music.

Waiting

Waiting for it to come,

Wanting it to come,

Anticipation is building,

Some got it, others didn't,

Playing their days away,

Making potions, casting spells,

Going deeper into the magic of it all,

Playing the books like they are games,

In a world that all its own,

The Secret Meeting

The words flow

People look around

Rumors are spread

Questions are raised

Answers are given

Confusion arises

Confusion dissipates

Meeting begins

Words begin again

Flow in a line

Front to back

People get up

Letters are written

Letters are seen

Big and Bold

Showing what we are

Who we are

Groups form

Chatter begins

Lines form

Singing begins

Swaying while a song is sung

Move hands

Rest of song is sung

The secret meeting has ended