Most times it touches my soul,
It calms my nerves not troll,
And ministers peace.
Music to some,
A way of life,religion or believe.
It's rhythm,
Keeps us in line.
And trains us to become better or worse.
It kindles fire without bruise,
Which burns and engulfs
Our Dreams in Silence,
And breathes visibility
To the invisible.
Our Vision broadens
Mostly aching our flesh
But gives strength to our minds,
And on achieving,
It heals, giving shelter
To our heads.
Then we sit in awe,
Of the solace before us
Yet so far.
