Que The Music Maestro

By Da Poet   

Soft sounds on fragile air are hung,
rich rhymes resinate, and spill as one.

Like pedals of a flower floating on air,
drifting aimlessly through the atmosphere,
heard so clear.

This musical journey on this path pursues,
an eclectic unorthodox unity is used.

Sweet raptures ascend to heaven as melodies converge,
rub and bump shoulders with notes so diverse,
in angelic harmony as they do disperse.

Sounds rip rare qualities never heard before,
but I thought I heard Gabriel's trumpet,
as my heart did soar.

You are never to young,
and never to old,
for music it is soothing to the soul.


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