Soul Music

Music is to the soul

As a moth is to the eye

Floating

Curiously triggering senses of feelings divine

Tearing

Throughout the brain

With the power to transform

your pain with its infallible form

To steal the rain from the clouds above

A color so white it thwarts the brightest of doves

Everything seems possible when music meets mind

And when mind meets music

One's mind becomes divine

Reviews

Wow. This poem is touching.
The flow is perfect, and over all the structure is great.
Very good poem!

[deeps]

This is very wonderful, I like the flow of this.

[Kristopher]

This is very poetic and beautifully worded, but what does a moth have to do with "the eye?"
That seems to strike a cord and jar the reader's mind for a second.

I love the rest of the poem though. :)

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. true that! ... and how amazingly well-composed and rendered ... music is more central to internal transformation than we realize ...