The world is filled

With random colors.

A voice unheard

Cannot be subtle.

 

The trembling of

A heart so huge

Does little to

Subdue the deluge.

 

When the heart

Turns color into sound,

The wild voices all calm down.

 

For when a song

Comes from the heart,

The army cannot

But stop its march.

 

It listens with bated breath

To what the heart

Will think of next.

 

Song will always win the battle

Against all those souls

Who try to rattle

The spirit of the song’s creator.

 

I am with music

What many wish to be.

I am with music

A strange cacophony

 

Of sound and color

And color and sound

And MUSICAL BLISS

So profound.