Yep, what can you do. Sometimes people don't like the same music as you and it really sucks. Especially when your music is good. (Of course, everyone thinks their music is good...so that's a relative term.) Anyhoo. Interesting poem. Keep writing! :)

Yeah, you're right about the Arctic Monkeys, but I maintain that disdain for music has to be based on the music itself.

Huh? I don't get it.

This is a shame.

There is no theme to this poem underlying it, no connotative purpose for it. That can be fine, as Gertrude Stein once proved, but all of the theme in this poem lies in cultural references to Romantic musicians with no stylistic connection; for example, Debussy is entirely different (in fact, of an entirely different school of expression) from Puccini, so even the most educated reader of this poem has no complete concept to oppose the modern, popular one that you pose with the reference to "Artic Monkeys." All of that amounts to pretentious recitations of names, which renders this whole poem useless.

And oh my God! The last two lines in the poem, which cast an almost condescending air to the comparison of modern pop to Romantic art house, defeats the entire purpose of the poem! Basically, this whole poem is about your personal preference regarding music, which no serious reader cares about at all. Sorry buddy, I don't care what you were aiming for with this one -- you failed.

Nice, except for the last stanza, which is really out of place. it is an arctic monkeys lyric or something?

this reminded me of shel silverstein, except he did silly better.

"For God's sake, don't worry/ you can hear my belly rumble" is a really nice line. I liked the picture I got in my head of this; of the scene and of the narrator of the piece. I liked the sort of juxtaposition of "Unhand that music begone/ this is awful." How each thought got it's own line, simple, connected and still singular; distinct. Neat.

I really enjoyed this poem. You obviously feel really deeply about music and I love how you've expressed that here.