A hollow wood slab and six wire strings
May not sound like much by themselves, you may think,
But put all together, it's a beautiful thing
When the music takes flight like a bird on the wing.
It drops from the edge of a precipice sheer
To clutch at your heart while it oozes with fear
Your soul will be lifted to dance in the sky
As it lifts you up higher with its eagle cry
Your soul will be drawn by its beautiful bait
While it castrates your mind with its furious hate
But the saddening note will make you shed a tear
When the strength of it pierces your heart with its spear
And sometimes its presence is there all the while,
Just there in the background – just there for your smile.
Oh, feelings like these on your mind can leave scars
So, friend, as you listen, just take this to heart –
Author's Notes:If you couldn't already tell, this is about the powerful draw music has on every person alive and how it can take control of your life if you're not careful.
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