They hear mechanized sounds
From broken guitar strings
And old, decrepit pianos
At better times, they mix discordant
Tired sounds from their sound softwares
And they call this music
What music?
I want to hear their voices
Whether they be guttural or saccharine
I want to see their mouths round
Belting a tune from within their depths
I want to hear their voices
Without the noise of machines
Sing me a song live
Don’t lip sync
I want the quietness of the moment
Then hear your voice rising up
Up, up
In one song that will remain
Long after you have sang
Then I want to hear the serenity again
This I call music
C) Lorot Salem 2011
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