Music

Want to read the rest of this paper? Join Essayworld today to view this entire essay and over 50,000 other term papers

and an end, defined as whoever would.
Music is the traffic in the early morning hours
Music is the wind moaning in the trees at night.
Music can sound like anything you want
You and I are everywhere, surrounded by music.’
And the little boy looked up at me, this tall kindly stranger
And he said with a sigh, ‘Anything I want?’
‘Anything you want,’ I heard myself reply.
‘Music,’ I said, ‘is a blending of sounds
To form something new, be it lovely or horrible.
Music is the homeless man earning his meals by his guitar
Music is the sighs and groans of those who make love at night.
Music is the cadenza of a well-known symphony
It can even be formed with human voices
That tickle the ears or disturb the mind; it will depend.’
The little boy tugged on my coat sleeve at that moment.
He beckoned and I obediently went down on one knee.
He regarded me solemnly, with an adult calculation
And finally he asked me, ‘Would this be music?
The shouts and screams of enraged ...

Get instant access to over 50,000 essays. Write better papers. Get better grades. Already a member? Login

CITE THIS PAGE: