Convert the prose of ncert book the sound of music Evelyn Gennie into a creative poem
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drums mark the rhythm
of the melting icicle and the dripping tap,
the interval between the beats decreasing with precision
as the tempo rises.
Music lives in the silent lines
raked into the gravel of the samurai garden,
echoes in the surge of shingle on the highland shore,
lingers in the attenuated note
of the distant sunlit horizon.
The percussionist plays the rusty xylophone
of farmyard scrap, the breeze ripples the puddled reflections
of the cowshed wall, shimmers the corrugations,
provides the visual score.
Smashed glass in the derelict warehouse
paints a crescendo of recent events, a static explosion,
the pigeon’s cooing in contrapuntal harmony
resounds from staircase and rafter,
the distant descant of metal sheets waving loosely
in the urban wind.
Mirrored glass distorts the urban architecture
into a cadenza of modernity,
chanting the times to unhearing ears,
to unseeing eyes.
The roots of rhythm are all about us,
music is within us,
in our blood,
in the fugue of our heart,
in our breathing,
our inspiration.We are the sound
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