On the avenue of the arts these days
Music takes the sunny side of the street
It follows us everywhere inescapably
Reminding us we have a soul after all
That sings of another kind of feeling
For another kind of world
The one that came before words
And goes on long after them
Which our tongues remember
Tilting into those first notes
Thunderous chords at the arrival
Of the descending gods
Or the trembling of a childish reed
That takes and lifts our listening along
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