If Music were but Mere DreamsA Poem by Michael G. SmithA world without musicIf music were But, myriad dreams Tis' experiment would be Thus shadows Of an unrung note Of a world without hope
Nexus of heart Surely blacker than any gray argument without sway Flowers wilt and will not Rather wither and undramatic die And whispers ne'er dare to leave the pines Inwardly tears fall crying Unmoving, unjoyous wept Nor celebrations of cheer and dance Love lock'd away kept Birds mime silence Songs melancholy prose Winds in the trees lie dormant Ne'er chimes across the groves
That’s why I'm grateful For music's spiritual gifts How God inspires and uplifts © 2019 Michael G. SmithReviews
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