Music shines when the mind is in thought,
It hums like a bird when the wind hovers,
Where the music ends that is where one finds life,
But before that, the wind whines.
Music plays when wind hits,
It lands on our paws when it stops,
In the mist of a valley and under the rainbow,
Where the music lies beneath the trees.
Music is far and near,
It hits a wall, but you don’t hear a word,
When in fact you hear life from it,
In the water, in the ocean, in the sand, or the sea.
Music is the waves that flow in the water,
Where it smiles to the sea of laughs,
And the coral of reefs, wave a goodbye,
To see the music on a farewell goodbye.
March 22, 2007