Some laugh at music and its devices,
They argue that it is a melody too sweet.
Fading from vision is the entire performance
As you sleep on your chair due to fatigue.
Watching is a delight when you awake and listen
To the notes so beautiful and wonderful.
Some have cared over the exceptional quality,
Some let the music conquer them with crying,
But others play music before they die.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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