There is a world full of beautiful songs Out there; Each more sweetly silencing And bringing forth More tears than tβother. Myrrh Mellifluous as fragrant honey. Money cannot make or buy it: Songs so lyrical you cry at Hearing.
The child, sensitive and innocent Of harmonies and reading notes Looks back on songs she learned by rote, With warmth and ardor. Learned by heart, They werenβt hard to memorize. Their beauty struck a chord The size of donβt-know-what.
Sweet song or hot, A taste for this, a taste for that; Itβs music that gave solace, Reassurance, dancing feet. World full of song and beat, Time complete.
There is a world of euphony And melody To sing about.
A World Full Of Beautiful Songs 8.25.2017 Vaguely About Music II; Nature Of & In Reality; Arlene Corwin