The Gift of Sound
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,
Written long ago by a man who couldn’t hear.
Listening to the music it took my mind away to,
To a magical place no luggage and no case.
My mind kept jumping between different scenes,
Fields of coloured flowers the loveliest it can be.
Shadows of far mountains colours in different hues
A pied piper sat under a tree playing his favourite tune.
Sheep gathered together chased by a cleverly dog
Taught by nature no cane and no flog.
Oh… the gift of sound.
Copyright © Ali Hammoud | Year Posted 2013
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