6A soul crying out
Soothed by the mellow tones of a cello
My spirit reaches to the sky
To receive the sounds from above.
Nothing can contain my rapture.
No one can restrain my joy.
The many colored notes of a trumpet
Bounce into my thoughts
Jazz
Classical
A choir sings of spring
The time of new life.
I escape into my world
My piano
My song
My words
Blossoming into a rose
The sharp, quick notes of a piccolo rain down
On my weary head
Strains of a guitar explode from the clouds
Almost like thunder.
Hard crashes of cymbals streak across
The sky in a flash of gold.
My spirit is calmed
My thoughts are quiet
The music plays.