Thy Music
The sound of thy music illuminates my soul,
as I listen in silent amazement it fills my heart with joy.
Even the softness of silk is rough compared to thy music.
The melody of the music flows like a stream,
penetrating through the rocks and rushes on.
All that is melancholy and dissonantmelts into a pool of mellifluous harmony.
My heart longs to join in with thy music
but struggles in vain for a sound.
My passion for thy music is ineffable.
As thy music comes to an end,
my heart flooded with joy begins to drain.
The sweetness in my soul becomes sour.
The luminous pool of fantasy solidifies
into a dark disconsolate ball of reality.
My heart thirsts for the holy blood of thy music,
still following the rhythm.....
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