'This song which I'm about to play,
You're really going to love.
It'll no doubt blow your mind away,
And your emotions push and shove.'

Said with earnest teary eyes,
The speaker full sincere.
Offers this enticing prize,
Which I now can't wait to hear.

I’m primed to reap this revelation,
A bolt from music's blue.
Notes and chords of pure elation,
To change my whole worldview.

Quiet soon lost to promised sound,
I listen full engaged.
Expectant, surely heaven bound,
As this show to me is staged.

But as the introductory notes,
My ears begin to see.
Towards me that first inkling floats,
I know it's not to be.

Patiently I sit throughout,
A humdrum plodding tread.
And missing is the proffered clout,
With just unpleasing noise instead.

For nothing about its trudging tune,
Suggests to me delight.
Its offering trite; banal, jejune,
No vision or deep insight.

How could it be for you a joy,
But for me has no effect?
And hearing serves to just annoy,
Does not your bliss reflect.

For beauty, music no exception,
Is in the ear of the beholder.
Entranced upon reception,
A love affair will start to smoulder.

But music is alas subjective,
And a lifetime with it brings.
Past's note and chord collective,
It's combination to us sings.

Unbeknown, you a lot betray,
If your likes could be decoded.
Your choices would have much to say,
If their insights were unloaded.

So when we hear a favourite piece,
Through emotion come the sounds.
And much else will this strain release,
With which it's harmony resounds.

Experience, though so often shared,
Is seldom sensed the same.
And its memory when with music paired,
May twin passions not inflame.

For you the rush of potent pleasure,
Is for me a stifled yawn.
Your newfound source of treasure,
Leaves me feeling but forlorn.

Where you admire the skill and style,
Virtuosity of the players.
It’s rhythm and melody me beguile
As spine-tingle relayers.

Though it’s hard to try not generalise,
And expect all think alike.
As many will love as may despise,
Each new musing of the mike.

When next you play a heartfelt song,
And assume I will agree.
To its fan club, I will not belong,
If it's not beautiful to me.