The Dream of Music

The feel and touch of it
Is nothing like you�ve ever felt before
Each one is different
No two alike
Nothing can reproduce it
Sound, feel, or taste
I yearn for the chance
To make the music come alive
Once again,
As I have before
There are imitations,
But nothing can compare
To the unplugged
Brilliance of acoustics
Not quite alive music
Is not as pretty
As the real thing
I am not alone
They are expensive
And not always necessary
But we savor the chance
To play and feel and be
Moved by the experience
Like a dream, the
Times we have float by,
But we know there will
Always be another
Because there is nothing
So beautiful as this.