Language Of Power Poem by Kathryn Kubacki

Song drives the world forward, presses onward
Notes being hurled, thrown forth from shining horns
Seemingly random, never straightforward
From chords in tandem melody is born

From soft to loud, measures quickly changing
Notes like fields plowed, carefully plant each sound
Picking, choosing, each piece for arranging
Crafting and fusing, perfection is found

Manipulate crowds, control their feelings
Decide their fate, they'll feel sorrow or joy
Which emotions will artists be dealing?
Shown through commotion, or will they play coy?

Music creates life, it's subtle though strong
Greatness awaits, the effects are lifelong.