Sound,
Pulsing through an ingenious contraption,
Fills this reminiscent soul.
Feelings of separation and reflection
Permeates this otherwise quiet room.
Questions,
Pushed to the mind's forefront,
Are asked and pondered.
Answers,
Felt somewhere deep within
But understanding always loses the pursuit.
Music,
A man made marvel,
Has the funniest and most illogical effects.
The congregation of audible phenomena
Can make one's mood change from grey to light
And back again.
Evolution,
Having brought many useful features to the present,
I thank you.
A world without the pleasure involved here,
In my small digital device,
Would be a much dimmer place.
