Hear The Music


Gabriel sat on a high stool, with the heel of one foot
against the bottom rung.
He held his horn in front of his chest,
his head down like Miles Davis, and waited.
Jehovah said, "Blow Gabriel," and Gabriel blew.
He blew notes so pure and sweet, that the Angels cried.
So if someday you look up in the clear blew sky,
when your heart is overflowing with happiness
you may feel the tears of Angels on your cheeks.

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