Music is a joyous thing.
It sets you free from all binds.
It is a mixture of wondrous sounds:
Of bangs and toots;
Of hum and hiss.
A form of Rhyme and Reason at its best.
Rhythm of exquisite manner
Melody that is so together
A leader who is so content;
Eith the beauty that surrounds him.
If there was a sense
So pampered as the one I use
To hear that glory doming from an instrument;
It would have to be one of supernatural strengths.
For nothing is as great as that gentlr whisper
That provides such happiness for me
Coming from that gracious form of tranquiility.
It wrps you up in a sweet abyss;
Of emlody at its best.
It knowcks you down with powerful might,
And lifts you above all you know.
It controls your mind;,br>
Setting it free at last,
And setting it down in a most pleasant spot:
A place where all is souns;
A place of constant music.
