music that raises hope in every heart
has bitter springs that turn at once to joy
birds on the edge of vision swoop and dart
music that raises hope in every heart
all we possess comes down to thought and art
the world's a lot more trouble than a toy
music that raises hope in every heart
has bitter springs that turn at once to joy
in even measure forces we deploy
to turn these scribbles into brightest sound
these tones our hearing never seem to cloy
in even measure forces we deploy
it's not enough to listen and enjoy
visions must come our feelings to astound
in even measure forces we deploy
to turn these scribbles into brightest sound
the world is more than we can see around
each note in sequence makes us smile and smart
into each seat by magic we are bound
the world is more than we can see around
and in the end we keep what we have found
each of us learns a proper role and part
the world is more than we can see around
each note in sequence makes us smile and smart
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
25 July 2007
dawn of the jester
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