Treasure Island

Immatured Lily

(Singapore / Singapore)

Music Do Speaks


'Do-Re-Mi' says the piano.
Music speaks to us as they play,
they come in different forms.
As loud as the clashing thunder,
as soft as the gentle whisper.

Music speaks as they sing.
They may come as a lullaby
or as a sweet melody.
Graceful as a swan,
lyrical as a romance story.

Music speaks to us as they move on
through the different periods of time.
Still growing in various ways,
never lost in our world
for the billions of people to hear.

Submitted: Monday, July 08, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 15, 2013

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  • Alookh (matin) (8/19/2013 6:23:00 AM)

    yes Keewen! right...i agree....music makes worlds for listeners...music tells secrets of unknown worlds...music causes wake & life & love....ever lasting... :) (Report) Reply

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