The Art of Music
written by: Mike Turner
Heartache and despair
Give rise to the blues
Longing gives us country
With its three chords and the truth
Add some gospel phrasing
You get R&B and soul
Set it to a backbeat
And it’s birthed as rock and roll
Play the notes discordant
It’ll come to us as jazz
Pluck banjo, bass, and fiddle
And it’s lonesome, high bluegrass
Brass with strings and woodwinds
Will combine in symphony
Stripped down to acoustic
Then folk is its pedigree
Hip-hop, rap, and reggae
Instrumentals, song
Each has its place amongst us
And to all of us belong
They say that the world’s music
Is perhaps our oldest art
But no matter genre, music
Is the language of our hearts
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