The dots glare at me from the page.
Up and down they go,
On or between the lines.
Sometimes the dots give way to circles,
Most have tails, clinging to the lines.
What is the code
That these varying marks
Are trying to show me?
They weave in seemingly endless patterns,
Sometimes jumping high,
Or falling low.
They are compelling to view,
But what do they mean?
They can show the beauty in life
That skilled interpreters can give them,
When interpreted with passion.
All emotions can be shown
From these dots on a page.
Anger, calm, peace and love,
Abound in the interpretation,
Of the code of music,
The code of delight.