Poem: The Song
The song enters my ears,
My brain recognises and hears,
That soft tone, gently vibrating through the air,
I stop, to look and stare.
The radio that is playing the sound,
Is absolutely nowhere to be found,
But I hear it coming from my left,
That melody in the treble clef.
It reminds me of a concert of ballet,
Blowing the audience, swiftly away,
I can imagine a sweet girl dancing to that tune,
Under the glistening white moon.
The song enters my ears,
My brain recognises and hears,
How sweet, how sweet, that gentle sound,
It is powerful, and very profound.
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