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Music is everything Music travels all around my body. Now I can say it's living right through me. Listening to music puts me in a good mood; It makes me want to stand up and start to groove. Music can make me forget all of my pain. It brings out the sun when I can only see the rain. I put on my headphones and play all of my songs. I could listen to it all day long. Music takes me to another place, Higher than the sky and far away from the space. There's nothing to compare to it in the whole world. It wouldn't even be better than my favorite girl. Music can teach you many lessons, Like, standing up for your rights and all the good reasons. I know there are people who think the same way Because they know music lives in us every day. Introduction: Music—my lyrical fortress that shelters the bad from getting to me. It’s like the words and the rhythms fight off the outside world. Music is in nature, music is the strumming of a guitar, music is the tapping of a drum, and music is even the hum that escapes your vocal cords when you’re in the shower. Like me, so many people have these same feelings toward music. It’s a safe space for people and an all-around way to feel happy. The plucking, tapping, humming, and thumping of different instruments, vocal sounds, and rhythmic patterns make life even more enjoyable. This piece will include the works Music is everything by jbizzy, The Chords of my escape by Anjanae King, Soul Music by Faye Slimm, Real Singing by Edgar Allen Guest, Power of Music by Mitras Das, It’s the Music by Alex ryan, Nature Has A Thousand Choirs by Freeman E. Willer, and the Strange Music by G.K Chesterton. The chords of my escape The chords of my escape, The feeling of a beat, The vibration of my soul, It sends me to my peak. I just love how it makes me feel, But there's no way the feeling is real. I can close my eyes and look up to the ceiling. It's the most pleasurable feeling. The way it makes me move, Just gracefully on my feet. In the chords of my escape, There are no expectations to meet. I'm free to be myself. I can dance, I can sing. I can twirl around on the floor. That's how it's supposed to be. But of course, all happiness has to come to an end. I look at the ground, I sigh and frown. It's time to let go of my only true friend. I lift my hand to my ear And pull out the plastic. I suddenly feel blank again. But soon, I will feel ecstatic With the chords of my escape. Soul Music Whispering songs of romance You won me to your melody, Which now breathes a symphony Within my soul. My heart dances To your faraway rhapsody As summer-song music, dreaming Down time's corridors, feeds me With shining star-sound. Themes Of musical dance sweep my mind Clean. Clear from sad moodiness I thrill to your music in rhyme. Joining the chorus, distance Frightens no more, music's the thing That from now on cements romance. Soul music is making me sing. Real Singing You can talk about your music, and your operatic airs, And your phonographic record that Caruso's tenor bears; But there isn't any music that such wondrous joy can bring Like the concert when the kiddies and their mother start to sing. When the supper time is over, then the mother starts to play Some simple little ditty, and our concert's underway. And I'm happier and richer than a millionaire or king When I listen to the kiddies and their mother as they sing. There's a sweetness most appealing in the trilling of their notes: It is innocence that's pouring from their little baby throats; And I gaze at them enraptured, for my joy's a real thing Every evening when the kiddies and their mother start to sing. Power of Music Music brings us hope and a positive mind Motivates us to be friendly and kind. It can make us forget all our pain And can bring the sun when we see only the rain. Music has the power to help and to heal It's truly amazing how it makes us feel. It takes us to another place Higher than the sky and far away from the space. Music can entertain and inspire It has the potential to imagine our inner power. Some people think of music the same way, Because they know music lives in us everyday It’s the Music Do you hear it It's the pounding of your heart The thump of your foot hitting the pavement It's the rhythm It's the song in your head That tune your whistling The jingle on the TV Its the music Its the rap kicking with the subs The rock that show you how to stick it to the man The blues with that soul Its the music What is it Its the music The heartbeat of the world The rhythm that brings us together The only universally understood language Its the happiness The sorrow, The guidance, The inspiration Its the music It lives in us all Its the music The power The life Nature Has A Thousand Choirs Nature has a thousand choirs Singing in the sylvan shadows, And the music of her lyres Echoes in the merry meadows; Always glad with golden glee Sounds her happy melody, Swelling wild in fairy measure With the songs of purest pleasure. Where the dancing fountains play Winding warbles shake and shiver, And soft carols rise alway From the ripples of the river; Sweetest voices fondly call From the fleecy waterfall, And the joyful chimes are creeping Where the lovely lake is sleeping. Raptures echo in the wood, Where the pimpernel reposes; Gladness fills the solitude Where the blushes kiss the roses; Sunny beam and somber gloom Utter hymns from bowers of bloom, Where the vernal winds are crying And the vocal birds are flying. O'er the smiling scenes of earth Nature throws no sullen weather; All her soul is full of mirth, Song and springtime walk together; For the harps of happy days Wake the woodlands with their lays, And where lilies white are springing Gentle melodies are ringing. O, wild Nature, from thy soul Fill the human hearts with gladness, Till their lives shall gladly troll Songs that banish all their sadness! Bathe their breasts with songs of love From the Edens found above, Till their lips shall sing the story Of their happiness and glory! The Strange Music OTHER loves may sink and settle, other loves may loose and slack But I wander like a minstrel with a harp upon his back, Though the harp be on my bosom, though I finger and I fret, Still, my hope is all before me: for I cannot play it yet. In your strings is hid a music that no hand hath e'er let fall, In your soul is sealed a pleasure that you have not known at all; Pleasure subtle as your spirit, strange and slender as your frame, Fiercer than the pain that folds you, softer than your sorrow's name. Not as mine, my soul's annointed, not as mine the rude and light Easy mirth of many faces, swaggering pride of song and fight; Something stranger, something sweeter, something waiting you afar, Secret as your stricken senses, magic as your sorrows are. But on this, God's harp supernal, stretched but to be stricken once, Hoary time is a beginner, Life a bungler, Death a dunce. But I will not fear to match them—no, by God, I will not fear, I will learn you, I will play you and the stars stand still to hear.