Music


Beautiful, pleasing, interesting,
Created by voice or instrument.
It starts with an idea,
But ends in creativity.
It can be quiet,
It can be loud.
We can be soft,
Then again we can be heavy.
But which ever you like,
There’s many of us around.





Detention


I feel restrained,
These shackles have always remained.
I await the day,
That they will say,
You are finally free to go away.
Slam goes the hammer,
I must go back to the slammer.
I step out of the room,
I know they’re watching me,
But I can’t say hello or goodbye.
I hear the sound,
As the van comes around.
I arrive at my cell,
Which feels like hell.
Morning shift is at end.
My door flew open,
But I couldn’t believe,
It was my turn to leave.



Richard