Music
The music
fills my ears
It echoes in my brain
It dances in my soul
And frolicks like the rain.
Each solitary note
Becomes a work of art
My ears turn into channels
That lead right to my heart.
I soon am overwhelmed
With soft and flowing tunes
Their colors fill my heart
Bright purples and maroons.
The colors dance and flit
My soul begins to sing
I feel my heart rejoice
At such a wonderous thing.
The harmonies and chords
Become part of my soul
Without the gift of music
My life would not be whole.