Music is language for All

In the morning, I hear the music

sounds that reverberate in 4 walls of my bedroom.

I remember the walkman,

CDs, and ipods we carry around back in the day.

The vinyls are not from my generation but I love playing them.

I remember once I made a phone call to request a song

to be played on the radio

music and poetry when combined

can lift up the spirit when we are down

There are music with no words too

but the rhythm is enough

to move my fingers and toes

I hear music no friends or relatives I grew up with listen to.

I hear music near and far

Music knows no border or boundary

it is language for all

Music is the loyal companion

The language of all generations

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