While ghostly bushes in shadows spied. And hidden they watched my every step, But terror weighted my feet with lead. My heart, instead, raced like a steed As ebony air swallowed my view and me. It is poetry without words and rhymes That lets my emotions write the lines. Like a spring rain that rinses dust off bloom.
Music can impart so many hints With artistic and subtle eloquence.
Its tranquil voice can calm the savage beast And make fury for the moment cease. Music gives my soul the wings to soar Back in time or to the place I yearn to go.