Funk (an acrostic poem)

Fuzzy electric guitar warmed his ears

Under which the bass line pushed him forward

Navigating the strong drum beat

Knocking out the depression he had been feeling all day




Bells (an acrostic poem)

Bronze flashing, ringing, singing

Enveloping the spirits of those around

Loud bashing to soft banter

Layering music, hope, and joy

Shattering the silence



Soul (an acrostic poem)

Sounds escaped the sax that built a castle of blue ice

Over that the horns mourned the loss of innocence

Until the drums came in, then picked up the tempo

Letting everything melt into an ecstasy of melody