Cargando...
Robert L. Martin

Oh, Divine Music

Oh Divine Music
 
 
Oh sweet divine music
You speak to me
With your exotic chants
You leave me bewildered
By your magic charm
 
Thou art the true voice
Of beauty that echoes through
The golden skies at dusk
And sings to the
Glory of the new day
 
Thou art a sigh of Eternal Wisdom
The fragrance of sound, weaver of
Dreams, mother of tears, words of
Heaven.  Who can say?
“Music does nothing to me.”

Preferido o celebrado por...
Otras obras de Robert L. Martin...



Arriba