For some I am the language of the heart,
For others, I am just a simple form of art.
I can be very loud, forte if you will,
Or as a piano, be soft and still.
I come in a variety of forms, you see,
Some you may not like, but others will set you free.
I can make you dance or make you cry,
Some forms of me may make you ponder why.
I’m the language of the universe, like a code to crack,
No matter your mood, I’ve always got your back.
I can bring people together, or tear them apart,
But without me, the world would be dull and stark.
Though I cannot be touched or seen,
I’m there for you, always have been.
So tell me, do you know,
What is this beautiful thing that makes the world glow?
