A Sonnet

The tunes that come out from my speakers blast
And creep into my conscious mind to grasp
The mood and feeling of this gracious air
Which were without a doubt composed to share.

Such vibrant waves caress my ears so well
And penetrate me through my outer shell;
Attacking me from every angle while
I concentrate on turning up the dial.

All people in the world should come and hear
Their messages. They're lucid, bright and clear.
Pick up an instrument you like to use
And go then find musicians and produce:
A melody with words that strike the soul,
And sound the bell for those who seek its toll.