The world rests on textures intertwined
with life's soft harmonies of highs and lows.
Alone so humdrum, beautiful they bend,
dulcet ambience with loud crescendos.
Genres spread over different continents
each with unique sounds to love and behold,
filled with different lyrics and instruments
in magnificence, understated yet bold.
The chorus of our time repeats itself
and we grow nostalgic towards the past
when this sonic beauty was its wealth;
an abundance of long notes meant to last.
But every song must fade out to silence
when drowned out with man's destructive violence.
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