Music
"Music hath charms to soothe the savage breast",
or so was written in sixteen ninety-seven,
and truly, music still retains that gift
to loft our flagging spirits unto Heaven.
Notes drifting to our ear when we are down;
What secret does a simple sound possess
that sends us soaring up amongst the clouds?
A change from melancholy idleness,
to there with angels gaily sing and dance,
our cares abandoned, scarce cannot intrude.
With souls and minds set free at last,
for joyous spirit’s healing interlude.
© Pete Stratford 11.3.10
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