The invisible friend and comforter
The intruder of the mind and soul
Music! Yes!! Yes!!!
It captures and liberates
None is thy enemy
The food of the soul they say
I say; the poison and panacea of the soul
Relaying its message to the world
With its poison – pen letter
The diplomat to the world
The friend of all in any situation
The source of sadness and inspiration
Yet taken with little importance
Till its demise
And we say
Cheers to the beautiful sound of life.
That makes the feet eager to move.
And the heartbeat in style.
Even nature could not hold back.
But dance to the beautiful rhythm.
Making the dead move in their graves.
Words cannot express the beauty of your work.
Which pierces deep into the soul like the edge of a sword.
Captivating enough to make the heart forget its pain.
Lost in thoughts and on the lane of memories.
While it waits for time.
To be visited by a stranger who comes at night.
To return all to a place of rest.
Still, we hold on to these words.
A song that made us even stronger.
PUBLIUS CRASSUS (JIA) AND FAVOUR WIH