Much music is like magick
Stampeding cross the mind
Drumming up a rhythm rare
Which purest passion lies behind
Musicality’s parade
Is everlasting, dear
Each note is a joy, delight
Sensuous and sheer
I yearn to bond with melody
That medicine of muse
Which heals the tender malady
My spirit sore, contused
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 9:11 AM UTC
Much music is like magick
Stampeding cross the mind
Drumming up a rhythm rare
Which purest passion lies behind
Musicality’s parade
Is everlasting, dear
Each note is a joy, delight
Sensuous and sheer
I yearn to bond with melody
That medicine of muse
Which heals the tender malady
My spirit sore, contused
