"Music In My Soul"
I can hear the music,
And it touches my being;
A kind of memory
That makes me smile.

I can hear the music,
And it has a beat;
A kind of song
That makes me want to dance.

I can hear the wind in the trees,
As it rustles the leaves,
And moves to and fro
That makes me sway with it's rhythm.

I see storm clouds over head,
And if I listen carefully,
I can hear their movement,
Before the thunder happens.

If I sit ever so quietly,
I can hear my own heart;
A song of it's own,
Making melodies to my soul.

Even children's laughter
Is a kind of music,
That consols the mind,
And calms the spirit.

If I keep the music,
Within my life,
I can look to heaven,
And keep the music in my soul.



Jann Newland
©August 2005
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