November 18, 2011
I live it,
I sing it,
I hear it
In my dreams,
It seems.
Through my ears it rings,
All those marvelous things
Called notes,
Like boats,
Or floats,
Bobbing high and low
Wherever they go,
Following the flow,
You know,
There’s no wrong or right,
They’re always in flight,
Through the day and the night,
Heard in the sun’s light,
And the moons eerie glow,
Or the crickets’ night show.
It you’re well or sick,
Be quick,
Listen to music!

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