The Gift of Sound.
In our little house stands an upright piano
Tuned by a blind man blessed by the gift of sound.
My son sat one day playing a masterpiece
Wrote long ago by a man who couldn’t hear.
Listening to the music it took my mind away to
Afar magical places no luggage and no cases.
My mind kept jumping between different scenes
Fields of colored flowers the loveliest it can be.
Shadows of far mountains colors in different hues
A pied piper sat under a tree playing his favorite tune.
Sheep gathered together chased by a cleverly dog
Taught by nature no cane and no flog.
Oh… the gift of sound.