On Music

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I saw a beating drum

Its mallet no man could move

But when it hit, the sounds in it

Fled, and flurry ensued

 

The beats hid in the alleys

Where vagabonds make their stay

It’s ever been to wanderers

That rhythm first finds its way

 

Some beats flew into hearts

But not into their hands

So they would know it when they hear it

But never truly understand

 

Some could be found by searching

Hidden in books and schools

Because harmony’s touch left them lurching

Needing to know all the rules

 

It came to me much freer

I’ll never understand

All I know is when music’s near

It always seems to land

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