Music is peace and contentment,
Sitting by the window, watching raindrops,
Vivaldi's Four Seasons in the background.

Music is a tool for concentration,
While I practiced my sums,
With Rafi singing seductively.

Music is breathtaking when,
Surrounded in the instrumental harmony,
Of Mozart and Beethoven.

Music is a pleasant diversion,
From the never ending traffic when,
Asha's melifuous voice plays in the car.

Music is awe inspiring,
When you are in the audience,
Listening to BMK sing Thyagaraja kruthis.

Music is joy and laughter,
When you join in the singing,
Even if you cannot carry a tune.

Music is sorrow and tears,
The lyrics echoing your sadness,
Melancholy filling the air around.

Music is in our heartbeats,
In every sound and rhythm,
And sometimes, in silence too.

Written for Week 13 (March 29, 2020) Poem-a-Week challenge where one had to write a free verse about what music means to us.