A soul crying out

Soothed by the mellow tones of a cello

My spirit reaches to the sky

To receive the sounds from above.

Nothing can contain my rapture.

No one can restrain my joy.

The many colored notes of a trumpet

Bounce into my thoughts

Jazz

Classical

A choir sings of spring

The time of new life.

I escape into my world

My piano

My song

My words

Blossoming into a rose

The sharp, quick notes of a piccolo rain down

On my weary head

Strains of a guitar explode from the clouds

Almost like thunder.

Hard crashes of cymbals streak across

The sky in a flash of gold.

My spirit is calmed

My thoughts are quiet

The music plays.