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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=417475" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Music</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My child, my child<br>Welcome to a world I was welcomed to<br>What seems not so far long ago<br>When the air was not eerie<br>And life was placid and not so scary<br>Of course I lie, what is now is what has been<br>All you see, the sun hath seen<br>The air is tense and always dense<br>And life is acid, it makes no sense<br>But I know of one I met while I yet lived<br>And came to know and came to grow<br>To love forevermore<br>One from whom emerged branches<br>Branches loved differently by different souls<br>And has his roots deep in the human spirit<br>One inspired by the muses or of God himself<br>One that had the power to make a grown man weep<br>(I'm a woman, I wept a fountain) <br>And a new-born dance<br>One filled with words which are as shallow as a stream<br>Or as deep as the Pacific on a rainy night<br>One whose end calls for an encore<br>I met him as a child and it indeed was love at sight<br>For the rest of my days I sought for depth<br>In him was character no one could touch<br>Loved by all yet none could touch<br>He speaks aloud with lots of words<br>Silently moulding the lives of them which heard<br>I can only try and fail to explain to you<br>The joy that fills my heart when I listen to a song I love<br>Or when I fall in love with a song for the first time<br>The urge I feel to see the song again and again and only again<br>His words or his rhythm<br>Music is my only love<br>If one could plant a grin upon my face<br>Or put a grey upon my days<br>Or weave pain through my heart <br>It was music, it was music on any day<br>I watched in adoration as a hundred thousand people<br>Sang while the musician stopped singing and watched them sing his song<br>He laughs in joy for the song he wrote had changed lives <br>I smiled at the hope that music transferred to those in pain<br>I wondered at the most powerful creation<br>That had such an impact on the soul of man<br>How a frog needed not the eloquent voice of music<br>To have a song in his heart<br>The power it has over the feet of men<br>Oh, to sway and lift mortals off the ground<br>To neutralize the acidity of life<br>One that could make you high on a bridge<br>And depresses you at the refrain<br>Which modulates your emotions as the waves of the ocean<br>Mouths that can't talk explain with music<br>Hearts that can't beat say so in songs<br>In all you do, never disparage the branch a man loves<br>Love yours and always carry a song in your heart<br>Go for his lyrics, they'll increase your depth<br>The rhythm is important, more so for the shallow<br>Guard your heart, music has his yin<br>Yes his darkness, which darkens the hearts of men<br>What more can I say of that I love<br>More than the air I breathe<br>The string instruments will melt a heart of stone<br>If you meet a boy that plays the violin, marry him<br>Oh, I kid, take me not seriously on that last line<br>But do marry him by all means necessary<br>The acoustic guitar, the piano I love too<br>The drums that beat the beating heart<br>The harp, the flute, the sax, the mute<br>Doth play, music hath no inhibition<br>I've loved a few, a few have loved back<br>But when the wind it blew, it blew both loves away<br>And memories are all that's left<br>Music was with me before I loved<br>And picked my heart from the floor<br>And with the hand of time healed it more<br>The secret chord that David played<br>That pleased God and king him made<br>On the wings of music I talk to God<br>As Moses did, face to face, heart to heart<br>The children's flaw hath made them bound<br>Their captors required of them a song<br>God's own children could not sing his song in a strange land<br>What indeed is in a song<br>That frees the slave with amazing grace<br>On days of angst, music reminds me I'm not alone<br>What's a song but a heart that's dancing through the mouth<br>And when the mouth be dumb<br>The heart it dances through the feet<br>And when the feet be numb<br>The heart it dances through the ears<br>And when the hearing's gone<br>And it seems that sound can no more be born<br>And music can no more be heard<br>And he who hears not wishes he were dead<br>God creates a man to show the world<br>What music seems and what music means<br>He named him Ludwig Van Beethoven<br>He who once heard but one day heard no more<br>And when this acid of life was poured upon his face<br>He wished to see his days end before his day<br>But when hope hath walked to him<br>And shook his hand and sat with him<br>He composed his Ninth Symphony<br>With his heart's melody<br>And when the performance was done<br>He with his back to the crowd<br>Heard not the thundering applause of the audience<br>That gave him reverence<br>Till he was turned, and began to weep<br>And he which heard not changed the century in which he lived<br>Music is faith, that tells you light up, even if you cannot hear my voice I'll be right beside you dear<br>Music is hope, that tells you if everything we got is fading away, we've a rock in a Rock till our dying day<br>Music is a voice, when he declares: questions of science, science and progress do not speak as loud as my heart<br>Music is a friend, especially to the lonely, he says I'm holding onto you holding on to me, maybe its all we've got but its all I need<br>Music is spiritual, that transcendental breeze between mortality and deity<br>Music is healing, he whispers, tears stream down your face when you lose something you cannot replace but I will try to fix you<br>Music is sublime, as water is to the body so is music to the soul<br>Music is peace, it lays the soul at war upon lake placid to take a nap<br>Above all, my child, music is life alive<br>Before you took your first breath it was <br>After you take your last it'll be<br>But do not dare take that deep, sorrowful last breath my child<br>Without letting the world hear your song by the life you've lived.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jenim+Dibie">Jenim Dibie</a><div class=q>
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Welcome to a world I was welcomed to
What seems not so far long ago
When the air was not eerie
And life was placid and not so scary
Of course I lie, what is now is what has been
All you see, the sun hath seen
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