It can rise from depths of the ocean. It can pierce through the vast universe. It can splash on the rain drops from heaven. It can flow in the meandering streams. It can scale the rugged mountain terrain. It can blow through the whistling woods. It can dance with the flames of forest fire. It can console the pain of an anguished soul. It can seal the cracks of a broken heart. It can torment longing young lovers. It can be in the rhythm of temple bells. It can be in the morning call for prayer. It can be a mother's soothing lullaby. It can be a victim's incessant cry for help. It can be a soldier's confident victory march. It can be a lonely vagabond's friend. It isn't bound by man made barriers. It is the language spoken by celestials. Music is primordial and music pure. #NaPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo2021
Day 6, Theme - Music.
This short poem is dedicated to Music and it's unfathomable beauty.