My english class final is to write a series of poetry about my high school memories. Since I've been in band all four years, I figured a poem about music would be apporpriate. This is the very rough draft--what I wrote in class today. Critique it please and help me with the title.



Music



I think that life is made from music

Each note a thought, a voice on a string.

Sound and time spun into rhetoric,

Its essence makes us play and sing.



So, when asked it I would like to be

A member of the band,

Of the eternal chord, harmony,

I picked it up and ran.



A single note reverberates up

To the band room’s white drop ceiling.

It floods the room, water in a cup,

Everything I made, life and feeling.