The Music Only I Can Hear Poem by Wyatt Plavan

The Music
I feel the music in the air,
I hear this music everywhere.
I see the waves crashing down,
With each one, a new sound.
I feel my heart beating loud,
The music’s soft, like a cloud.
I see the ringing, soft like a bell,
And it makes me think, or even dwell,
Why can I hear the music while others can’t?
It’s always playing, dampened like a quiet chant.
Clattering around,
Like a top on the ground,
Wishing to be played again,
Wanted to be spun for them.
Tapping like a soft finger on glass,
Yet no one hears it, alass,
Except for me of course, you see,
It sometimes feels a little lonely.
I feel the music in the air,
I hear this music everywhere.
Maybe if I see how it was wrote,
And maybe learn to play a note,
Who knows? Maybe I could make the whole world see,
The music that lives in me.
I can feel the soft beat of a drum,
Or even hear the quiet hum.
This music I hear will never die,
With a tear that falls from my eye,
I will protect this music for the rest of my life,
Against those who give me strife,
If you want to listen to the music only I can hear,
Just stay quiet, with an open ear,
For this music is always playing,
You just have to listen.