How does It feel,

To be there and not found?

To find me,

and never find out?

You Bring me in

and Brought me out.

To not see and hear your little one shout?

To fly and to stay,

To the dessert, and live there to decay?

will you be a man of your words?

Will you mean what you meant?

Hear me father for I can now speak...

With this small voice,

let your stone cold heart hear me weep. . .

If all the world and love were young,
And truth in every shepherd’s tongue,
These pretty pleasures might me move
To live with thee and be thy Love.

But Time drives flocks from field to fold;
When rivers rage and rocks grow cold;
And Philomel becometh dumb;
The rest complains of cares to come.

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
To wayward Winter reckoning yields:
A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
Is fancy’s spring, but sorrow’s fall.

Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies,
Soon break, soon wither—soon forgotten,
In folly ripe, in reason rotten.

Thy belt of straw and ivy-buds,
Thy coral clasps and amber studs,—
All these in me no means can move
To come to thee and be thy Love.

But could youth last, and love still breed,
Had joys no date, nor age no need,
Then these delights my mind might move
To live with thee and be thy Love.

Across the dimly lighted room
The violin drew wefts of sound,
Airily they wove and wound
And glimmered gold against the gloom.

I watched the music turn to light,
But at the pausing of the bow,
The web was broken and the glow
Was drowned within the wave of night.

As I listen to the soothing sounds of music
My anger, confusion and frustration disappears.
I don't have to think about what they said or did
Music is my happiness
The only thing that makes sense
A way to understand life
O music sweet music
Carry me away to where ever
Anywhere but here
I want to escape unhappiness forever
Music

Music is the sound that vibrates the soul. A true song fills your soul and frees your spirit.It invokes your being with passion It’s a sweetness that can never be too sweet.Written while listening to little wing by SRVThe tune carries the note on the melody paddling with the beat felt in my heart-Its serendipity vibrating the being.Fly away to the sound.Feel like a dove heaven boundBlow to new heights where the ground looks further than the stars.

Music can express things so much more elegantly then words.
So much more purely.
So I’ve gotta clumsily try to explain this with these awkward sentences,
When it could’ve been stated so much more perfectly,
through Song.

Down the quiet eve,
Thro' my window with the sunset
Pipes to me a distant *****
Foolish ditties;

And, as when you change
Pictures in a magic lantern,
Books, beds, bottles, floor, and ceiling
Fade and vanish,

And I'm well once more . . .
August flares adust and torrid,
But my heart is full of April
Sap and sweetness.

In the quiet eve
I am loitering, longing, dreaming . . .
Dreaming, and a distant *****
Pipes me ditties.

I can see the shop,
I can smell the sprinkled pavement,
Where she serves--her chestnut chignon
Thrills my senses!

O, the sight and scent,
Wistful eve and perfumed pavement!
In the distance pipes an ***** . . .
The sensation

Comes to me anew,
And my spirit for a moment
Thro' the music breathes the blessed
Airs of London.

This shape without space,
This pattern without stuff,
This stream without dimension
Surrounds us, flows through us,
But leaves no mark.

This message without meaning,
These tears without eyes
This laughter without lips
Speaks to us but does not
Disclose its clue.

These waves without sea
Surge over us, smooth us.
These hands without fingers
Close-hold us, caress us.
These wings without birds
Strong-lift us, would carry us
If only the one thread broke.

Soflty kissing your swollen soul
With a warm sensation that fills the hole
And cradles your heart like a fragile flower
And keeps you safe like a concrete tower
It cleanses your mind and comforts your heart
A wonderous feeling that most cannot part