Rhythms of music make words of poetry more attractive, adding an aspect to the poems, drastically altering them. Simple rhymes become majestic and powerful when they even rhyme with instruments, and as the notes dance with the words in a marvelous ball, notes becoming partners with words and meanings of lines swaying with the nature of the music, the soul and the heart and the ear of the audience can only listen while whispering their admiration and amazement at beholding genius. And whatever they can grasp from it all, it is never everything, as genius is far above the limited descriptions of anyone, they hold on to for the rest of their lives, changing and heeding to what they heard. This is the power of truly good song.
And for me, genius and mastery of song now has a new measuring stick: Bob Dylan.
Adonis
