The Mystery Of Music. Poem by Subrata Ray
The Mystery Of Music.
Music by nature is without word,
As the dumb in us prevails,
The notes within find flow,
As boats of melody sail.
The melody is a predominating de-facto,
That stirs ecstasy first in human lyre,
Then in a piano its aura dissipates fire.
Intricate, subtle, as sleeping quanta in Unconscious,
Within the unified-field, in every field it has a divine touch.
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