Atm, I've been reading 1984, and some of Allan Poe works. Here a little poem which I consider my favorite I've created. And as a note, if any of you trying to pass this off as your work, i have copyrighted it ^^.
The Feeling Through Music
Music is a language, one's thoughts through beats,
The power of words is sometimes too strong,
And lyrics are censored.
It is wisdom that people seek,
Untill the end of time.
What would life be without music?
The fall of music will be forever lost.
Life will go on, but our soul will have no reason to live.
Without the smoothness of beats and rhymes.
When children hit the first chord, they become happy.
When a maestro fills a theater with music, he becomes happy.
When the elderly hear music from their time, they are reminded of times when they were happy.
Music is inspiring, intellectual,
Wonderful, creative, brilliant.
Music makes us think.
I play the music. I enjoy the music. I create the music.
Music makes you cry, happy, mad, excited.
All these things make music wonderful.
That's why I love it.