I Love Music Madly 

       The soultry arpeggios and soulful slurs

play in the back of my mind.



       Jazzy notes dance around my

soul and then exit my body as I dance



       My body swinging to every distinct beat

and then I can't control myself.



       The melodies are like snow flakes

never being alike another of its kind.



       The confusion reeks havoc.

The notes spit out too fast. I no longer understand.



       The piano then translate so

that I can comprehend.



       The songs speak of a new

kind of poetry.



       The trumpet sings of all of 

the troubles that we did not let overcome us



       The Bass whispers love

amongst one another.



       I can hear the piano

scatting a melody that can't be described.

       

       The clarinet can no longer

contain itself and shrills in pleasure.



       The music speaks of different people.

I am the music.

      

       Music originated in me and my people.

I am the music.



                                Juma'a Jabril, Grade 11

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