The Magic of Music
What a magical thing, music is,
echoing in my ear.
Thousands of ways to express itself,
waiting for me to hear.
Rustling branches
on a windy day,
Banjos strumming
eager to play,
calling out its melodies,
if only we stop and listen...
What magical memories, music makes,
thinking back upon,
telling stories without words,
of monsters and demon spawn.
Women in love,
or a broken heart.
A beautiful day
that fell apart.
Words have a rhyme of their own,
if only we stop and listen...
What a magical place, music can be,
as you drift away.
You close your eyes, and think about
a different kind of day!
One with a field,
trees and river wide.
We just need to listen hard
and pictures form inside.
So many places we can travel,
so many things we can hear,
if only we stop and listen...
Copyright © Susanna Cooper | Year Posted 2009
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