//------------------------------// // The Poem // Story: As I Near the Age of 20 // by AppleJared //------------------------------// I am more than sounds that you hear I am nature throughout the year I am the wind of torrent ablaze More than the bass at a beating rave I made the strong weep and the weak rise My enemies have met their demise My presence makes forget of petty things I’ve changed lives with only six strings I am the roots, I am the tree Celestia’s power And Discord’s glee I cannot be controlled I shan’t be contained Whether the sun falls Or the moon wanes Present in clouds; alive in the shade The stars I have kissed; the sun I have made More than just sounds; I make you feel More than your hooves or ears ever will I set trends, I give the world light I set what’s real and you swallow your pride I have no favorite, as instruments go But some ponies channel my sounds and they flow Not only in piano or the classical strings not only in flutes and orchestral rings I am the birds in the morn' Crickets in night I am all sounds be it wrong; be it right But not only sound but feelings through ear I am the emotion these sounds make you hear I am studied by Sisters, Cadence and Twi My secrets, do they confide I am both harmony and chaos alike Both of those parties encompass my might Be it a cello a bass or an electronic set I am the feelings you cannot forget I am the talent you wish to seek But instead you should seek me Some have a gift, to this understand And they play away as long as they can They are called for higher than they’ll ever know Some have a gift; others just a show But those who understand shall Possess a joy of none other And have a love unequalled By a spouse or a brother