Question

write a verse of poem on music

Answer 1

it exists every where
from the waters it rises
to the ocean bed 
it flows deep inside like a story
reaches my heart
making me swing and move my feet
it does the magic to me 
thats why its called music

Answer 2

I buried my father in my heart.
Now he grows in me, my strange son,
My little root who won’t drink milk,
Little pale foot sunk in unheard-of night,
Little clock spring newly wet
In the fire, little grape, parent to the future
Wine, a son the fruit of his own son,
Little father I ransom with my life.