Well, the quote on its own makes me weep - which just goes to show exactly what "Unknown" was talking about, doesn't it??!! "Spellbound, harmonies of muse Tempted beings sighs confused" and "Mortal music's... gentle lift Hovered spirits... crave... our gift" are just pure magic!! Music is the language of the soul and is like deep calling to deep in an inexpressible embrace. This transcends mortality. Just beautiful, Anita, TY Kate xx
music is the way to the heavens ... wonderful celebrative poem ...the rhyme and rhythm are excellent ...
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on October 30, 2004
Photo is great, I have always loved to hear the harp. Your poem gave me many different scenes to discover as I read this well-written poem of musical words.
Reviewed by Dana Matthews (Reader)
Reviewed on October 30, 2004
"Hovered spirits ....crave ....our gift"
Music is the universal gift of expression.
Every culture, no matter how isolated, no
matter how "uncultured" -- possesses the gift
of music in some form or another.
Music is the universal gift of expression.
Every culture, no matter how isolated, no
matter how "uncultured" -- possesses the gift
of music in some form or another.
Beautiful verse my friend...
D a n a ;o)
Well captured.
Lisa
Love Tinka
great poetry
William ....Peace
Very refreshing...
Peter
Sandie May Angel :o)
Mesmerizing write, Lady A, and we may be on the same wavelength yet again! A fascinating quote, too.
Jack
Take care,
Sherry