When Musing Becomes Music

In whispers of lyric and rhythm, we find, Resonate echoes, the heart intertwined. To contemplate in shadows, where thoughts softly steer, Soul steering moments, where dreams draw near. Dance in the twilight, let melodies flow, Listen intently, let the beat gently show. Hear the instruments weave their stories untold, A portrait vibrant, in colors of gold. Connect the soul to something profound, In good music, a base that lifts from the ground. Uplift the spirit, let faith intertwine, In echoes of hope, where love brightly shines. In the festive air, we find peace and grace, To grieve and rejoice, in this sacred space. Praise and worship, with hearts open wide, In adoring moments, let truth be our guide. There was once an era, educative and wise, Where music spoke volumes, beneath the vast skies. A profoundly mesmerizing, informative sound, Where each note and story in unity found. But now, it seems, in the noise we reside, Profane and lame, where meanings collide. Laced with vulgarity, lost in the fray, As massive boxes drown wisdom away. Yet still, in the chaos, if we pause and reflect, We can find in the noise, a chance to connect. For even in fanatical beats that seem out of line, There lies a thread of truth, waiting to shine. So let us muse, let the music arise, In every beat, a chance to be wise. In stories of faith, hope, and love, Let’s seek the meaningful, rise high above.