This is my attempt at doing a spoken word of some of my own work, and I'm hoping it's not unlistenable... Here's the words:

MUSIC
I believe in a god called music
I have heard his booming bassing voice
and his shrillest chilling treble
pitch
and known his cranky guitar groans
and passed the ripping thrusting thrash
and CLASH the cymbals clang and crash and clatter scatter
drums tatter patter
thump bump...heartbeat
I believe in a god called music
from fast and flighty flutist fluttering
to tumbling tinny tympanis
a measured metered melody
times
change
These songs, the same, are friendly
faces in a faceless memory
I seldom see the words
like birds, but the tune
is clear to
hear
and appears near...
I believe in a god called music
and He is good.