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.
