Joy Of Music

THE JOY OF MUSIC

The violin sang so softly
In the hands of this old man
As he sat there on the wooden stool
Bow held gently in his hand.

His wife played grand piano
Sweet music they did make
As from the hard work of the fields
This respite, they would take.

Gentle music of God's praises
They played for all to hear.
The sweetest music in the land
Was falling on God's ear.

They passed along this joyous sound
To children they did bare
The most relaxing trait of all
The gift of music rare.

Now throughout the generations
Which do continue to abound
We hear the perfect notes and songs,
The joy of music...does resound.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
2-11-07

By Ms. Caroline

© 2007 Ms. Caroline (All rights reserved)

poem by Carolyn Ford Witt
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