Music Divine
the notes hang in the air
each a beautiful utterance
one by one, they float into being
as a melody is painted in the sky.
it has a life of its own
filling each corner of the room
entering each soul, touching every spirit
lasting long after it is sung.
it acts as a messenger
whisking away worry
and replacing it with wonder
as the singer loses himself
and finds eternal solace in the magic.
for it is but magical
its creation a mystery
its effect almost ethereal
the intonations coming from nowhere
and vanishing again everywhere
defying all laws and boundaries of man
reminding him of something beyond his grasp
something eternal, something divine.
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