Music
To some music has to be rehearsed.
To others just a natural centre of their universe.
A send off tune to the one in the hearse.
A welcome tune to one who has just arrived in a cot.
To others it doesn’t mean a lot.
It can be magic.
Or just an annoying noise.
Blasted out by ones with expensive toys.
Or just cheap terrible instruments making grating noise.
Or a sound from the soul.
Making anyone feel whole.
Religious or political.
Joyous or sad.
Courage’s outrages loving happy or sad.
Or just enjoyable.
Good or bad.
Without music.
If you want it.
Or don’t choose it.
Most peoples life’s would be sad.