MUSIC
Music is in the trees
And you can hear it whistling
Among the knotted branches at night
It heaves and surges
With the foamy crests of the Ocean waves
And plays with dolphins and whales
Music roams and roams
Over the Summer cornfields
And it makes our bread delicious
With its spicy touch
Music is in the heart of the oppressed
And the slave-born ones
Who find solace and freedom
In the harmonic tones
Of a broody melody
It soars and soars and makes love
With the sensuous sinuosity of the hills
And then it suddenly falls
Down down down
Caressing the winding course of a river
On its journey to the sea
Music is in my heart
When I look at the sky
And get lost in the mysterious trills of birdsongs
And the geometric beauty
Of a dive into the distant blue of your eyes
