On Music Poem by Charlotte Peters Rock

His first murmur ringing on
The ear of life’s beginning
Communication tongue
Waving into bells of air

Despair overwhelming
Rare serenity caring

Deep contented gongs
Winded spare
Unadvantages but one
Sound of advantage

Bongs and clangs
A drum and he makes life

Come away prepare

No sun can be more
In tune with ever
Clever enough to be

Music deep delight
Despair to greet the heart
Felt through the bone

Weary to the soul
Destructive to nothing
Else filling living