Music's Voice

The gentle strum of fingers on a guitar,

Transporting the eager listener to lands of afar,

The pianist’s gentle caress of the keys,

Expressing melodies akin to the waves of seas,

Plaintively calling, the violin mourns in a tune,

That elicits the sorrow once wrapped in a cocoon,

Graceful, elegant, the harpist plucks the strings,

Reviving lost joy, which from the heart springs,

The flute hums a song full of hope and grace,

Its flittering notes transcending time and space

And, at last, the voice, its powers untold,

Unfurls itself in a mighty torrent of emotion,

Anguished hearts find respite in its sound,

While in others, giddy, gleeful songs abound