Music

Music praises life It says: Life is wonderful Life has no weapons It does not bruise Nor does it draw blood. Music strokes and kisses us And people have been singing Bravely and proudly Of life – life which prevails Of life – life which has lasted A million years The passage of ages has not blurred The clarity of music Which resembles the divine Solitary flight of birds Gaily, very gaily I start singing And the invisible Thread of sound is climbing Up in the air like smoke Winding up trees and houses