I Am Still Tingling

I Am Still Tingling Music was made for us to have heard Enjoyed while loving each single word Note perfectly plucked and chord played By God for us it was marvelously made. May be either sung, played or performed As our hearts up were always warmed Refreshing exactly like meant to be Smoothly so smoothly as well as free. Music ended up loud but started out low Had become moving although once slow And shaking and vibrating every window When choir was singing a great crescendo. Not sure whether note was a flat or sharp But had been beautifully played on a harp Something like this only God could compose Loudly applauded when we stood and arose. James Serious Mysterious Horn Retired Veteran, Poet and Philosopher http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/i_am_still_tingling_759752