music
Writing
loop pedal
By Ava Shropshirereverbs of rhythm surround me, and
the aftermath of melodies float – circling my existence.
my thoughts are still, as my fingers
gently pluck the strings of my fender strat.
Scarlet Hall
By Jaden GraggHearing the phantom calls of the organ,
And the soft murmur of the church choir,
Awakened from sleep with a feeling she couldn’t describe,
She got out of bed and followed it outside.
A careful mist lay over her small town, a light shield of protection.
Normandy, music & lyrics by
By Phil RoachA soldier dies on the battlefield on a beach in Normandy just barely old enough to shave and
just off papas knee buried in the ground with theses final words
[Chorus]
Dear ma and pa im doin fine here overseas I send my love from me and John and the
The Song Within
By Emy BlakeThe lovely tune sounding brilliantly through the air
Wonderful feelings as the clear notes catch
The song shines and gleams, its rays golden and fair
Who We Are
By Blaire GinsburgWho dreams?
Who dares to enter such a realm?
Visions, fleeting,
Escaping with the waking flutter,
Living on bated breath
And translucent promises of
A world all your own;
A world anew.
The Workstation
By Steven McPherson
Mental Silence
Physical Noise
“Click Clack Clickity Clackity Click Click Clack”
The Blue Switch Thermaltake Poseidon Z Mechanical Keyboard speaks a special language to me
A language that is only understood by a certain herd of people
Me & the Music
By Ella GrahamThe curtain rises,
anxiety and nervousness,
but the nerves vanish.
The lights hit me,
a warm and incomparable sensation.
Lines once memorized,
forgotten.
Few moments of panic are gone,
it’s just me and the music.
The Melody
By Saadia SiddiquaStanding alone, solo
In the darkest shadows
She would pour her forte emotion into piano whispers
Although she is afraid now, her goal never blurs
elegance and harmony
By Anonymousmy fingers rest above the piano
and their shadows trace my presence
upon its ivory white keys. i
inhale, my fingers rising gently, and i
exhale, pushing into the keys,
ringing several notes at a time.
the world of song
By Alice CristThe world of song is like a gentle stroke of a paint brush on a canvas creating what ever beautiful creation you desire.
Ode to Saxophone
By Ali RobinsonI awaken you from your slumber,
as I slide you out of your safe, velvet bed.
I ask you to help me play the tunes
that dance around in my head.
I taste the sweet cleanser that resides on your reed,
as I dampen it,