51 Golden Pieces
The spring of life shapes up the road
Upon which you carry your load,
Heavy, whenever comes the fall,
Deprived of any fun at all.
You strive so hard to make amend
Too much laden and so saddened
And daily you are reminded
That all hopes have slowly faded…
Just like the sun, the air we breathe,
Without music we could not live.
Only to humble souls who pray
Its hidden treasures are displayed.
Music’s the food of every soul,
Music’s the core of every whole.
Music’s the bond given to us
That day language divided us.
Music strengthens the faint of heart,
Gently mends what’s broken apart,
Makes us willing, makes us able,
Without music the world crumbles…