Rhythm is to Dance as Music is to Poetry. Rhythm is the entity that causes the dancer to move gently and gracefully across a stage. Rhythm is the entity that causes the dancer to twist and turn, shake and sway across a stage. Music is the entity that causes the poem, the lyrics, the words to resound across the sound waves. Music is the entity that causes the words of the songwriter or poet to change the course of emotions.
Rhythm. Dance. Music. Poetry.
Expressions of Feelings. Expressions of Anger. Expressions of Happiness.
Rhythm in a song makes the music move from stanzas of quiet moments to mountains of crescendo moments. Rhythm is the beat of a song. Rhythm is the strong repeating pattern of sound in a song performance or movement in a dance performance. The background drums in a song relay the tempo, the very heartbeat of a song. We can recognize songs just by the background pattern of sounds. Such as the…
Incredible Rhythmic Energy and Sounds in Adele’s Rolling in the Deep…A Simple Repetitive Drum Beat Combined with an Emotional Voice.
The rhythm of music has the ability to transform the thinking for all ages and all groups of people. All it might involve is taking the time to listen to the sounds, to comprehend the words and feel the beat. The following poem was written by teenager Anjanae King and published on http://www.FamilyFriend Poems.com (Copyright 2006-2017).
The Chords Of My Escape
The chords of my escape.
The feeling of a beat.
The vibration of my soul.
It sends me to my peak.
I just love how it makes me feel.
But there’s no way the feeling is real.
I can close my eyes and look up to the ceiling.
It’s the most pleasurable feeling.
The way it makes me move.
Just gracefully on my feet.
In the chords of my escape.
There are no expectations to meet.
I’m free to be myself.
I can dance, I can sing.
I can twirl around on the floor.
That’s how it’s supposed to be.
But of course, all happiness has to come to an end.
I look at the ground
I sigh and frown.
It’s time to let go of my only true friend.
I lift my hand to my ear
And pull out the plastic.
I suddenly feel blank again.
But soon again, I will feel ecstatic
With the chords of my escape.
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