Without Music
Listen to Helen ...
In a world that had no music,
I couldn't hum a tune,
tip-tap my toes to hip hop,
compose a song to croon.
I couldn’t play piano,
belt soulful, doleful blues,
or rockabilly boogie
in snazzy dancing shoes.
And right beyond my window,
no birds would ever sing.
No crickets chirp in moonlight.
No raindrops plip-plop-ping.
In a world that had no music,
this poem would sound all wrong.
So, I’m glad the world has music
to fill my days with song.
I couldn't hum a tune,
tip-tap my toes to hip hop,
compose a song to croon.
I couldn’t play piano,
belt soulful, doleful blues,
or rockabilly boogie
in snazzy dancing shoes.
And right beyond my window,
no birds would ever sing.
No crickets chirp in moonlight.
No raindrops plip-plop-ping.
In a world that had no music,
this poem would sound all wrong.
So, I’m glad the world has music
to fill my days with song.
This poem is copyright (©) Helen Kemp Zax 2024
About the Writer
Helen Kemp Zax
Helen Kemp Zax loves to write poetry, especially poems that rhyme. She was thrilled to be selected co-winner of the 2021 YorkMix International Children’s Poetry Prize, the 2018 MG Katherine Paterson Prize winner, and a 2019 Finalist. Her poetry appears in many wonderful children’s poetry anthologies like Chasing Clouds and in many magazines like The Caterpillar. Helen lives in Washington, D. C. with her husband and their crazy Aussie-doodle Huckleberry Finn.
