On winds it wafts, like scent unsmelt,
Without passing lips, on tongues may melt,
Distinct to touch though left unfelt,
Kindling every sense.
Bright enough to blind the eyes
One lonely hearing can arise
To many-coloured truths and lies,
Uprooting faded thoughts.
A breath of life that keeps some sane,
A fix; escape; it wakes the brain,
pumping passion through your veins...
the brightest side to life.
It skims along the highest waves
Rolling from neat, structured staves
To bellow loud in hollow caves
and tiptoe along cliffs.
A therapy of no compare
It dances lithely on the air
Like feeting rain to a plain drained bare
It heals my wounded heart.
In dark, it's light is flickering shown,
In barren lands it's seeds are grown
and all around the world it's known:
Magical is music.
