What the Music Means To Me
The laughter of my baby boys is music to my ears,
Music that means the whole world to a simple dad like me.
The sound of the breeze through the trees at night,
Is the music that makes me glad to be alive.
The sound of my wife’s sweet voice,
Is so much greater than the angel’s harp.
This music matters most to me.
It’s this music that drives my soul,
And enlightens my mind to such a high degree!
The music of this life, both happy and sad,
Is what keeps me aware of the good and the bad.
It is something made and heard all in one breath.
It is my companion when I can’t find one,
It is wisdom when I need some.
Just like a song keeps time to a drum,
A body keeps time to heart’s rhythm.
When the drum beat stops,
The song will soon fade,
Just as one’s life moves on,
When the most noble of organs has finished its’ parade.
It is the truest form of emotion expressed,
It is creativity at its’ best.
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