Song of Sound

A hum, a drum, the air is thick

With rhythms that flick, and notes that stick. 

Soft winds spin, and strings will sing, 

In tunes that twine and softly cling. 

The chime of time, it rings and roams, 

A whisper, wild, in silent domes. 

The snap of strings, the clap of feet, 

In beats that beat and hearts that meet. 

The low, slow flow of mellow streams, 

A song that winds through waking dreams. 

The clash, the bash, the sweet, sharp crash, 

As sounds combine, and moments flash. 

Each note a part, a thread of tone, 

In melodies we call our own. 

A world of warmth, a world of sound, 

Where all the music can be found.