Music's Gift
Synchronising melodies
are sounds that words could never be
their operatic symphony
is calmer than the bluest sea
Now music in its purest form
flows through me like a waterfall
becoming a vibrant thunderstorm
rearranging my minds thinking wall
Some music sooths my metal strain
while others wake my tired brain
some music touches life's black holes
and brightens up their very souls
What prayer and music give to me
is nothing short of harmony
Like a honeybee, my pen is free
to express what music means to me
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