Life, who are you?

Waves of light materializing

multicolored quilted fabric,

or symphony of blended tunes

and me the song you play?

Perhaps a phantom apparition,
a movie where I am portrayed
projected on screen eternal
playing roles that entertain.

Master scholars will debate.
But me, I'll just accept
my life as is, a spark in time,
ignited flare, burning within.

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As some of you may know (or easily decipher), I'm quite the novice when it comes to poetry. Thanks for reading my humble attempts. I wrote this one in response to a suggested exercise by Brian Miller from One Stop Poetry. We were to listen to music he selected and write what it inspired.

Why don't you give it a try too?