The Power Of Sound Poem by Matt Jarvis

Birds singing. An orchestra of feathers.
Cars no longer passing by.
A telephone ringing, a short trill or pot black.
The clouds move silently by, no planes to see or hear.
A voice that sounds so warm,
A voice that sounds so soft and safe.
That song that takes you back
To a time of pure joy.
Maybe takes you back to a time of sorrow.
But takes you back and wraps it's arms around you.
Holds you close in time and space.
Never take sounds for granted,
They have power to heal and soothe.
Never underestimate again,
The Power of Sound.

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