Beauty Through The Eyes of Music

A Poem about musics' effect on life and living.

We focus as beauty settles in
like images burnt into our minds
the song can now begin

All it's worth echoing through my head
pages turned
words all read

With every note ringing much like the last
we find ourselves, the world, the past

And with no time left
the song will remain
summer's here
but look! winters' stain

Now I won't discourage
nor disaprove
for without this sound
how would life move?

And when the last chord has screamed its' name
the sun's still shining
but the chill's still the same

Until the next song is known
and the statement is said
the beauty, the love, has not grown
yet it remains in our head

Sooner rather then later the image will arrive
with musics help we all can surrive
a song for you, a song for me
Let it be known throughout all of history.