you are music to my eyes
you are songs sincerely sang
you are rhythms, beats disguised
hiding often within rhymes
Sometimes, your words are really stressed
sometimes, they are chilled so unstressed
Arranged in patterns or simply scattered
in such a manner that it truly matters
Poetry,
You are the music I don’t often hear
you are the music I can see
You are the music I can feel
you are the music
