**The smallest sounds--a bird singing, a baby's coo--are most missed when one losses their hearing.
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Music, neutral, pleases all palates as it’s both blind and deaf …
blending together in harmonious chords, reaches its cleft.
Its’ vibrant high notes … brutally part the air, slices, arrows
to the ear, clings, somersaults in, serenading, sweet sparrows.
Without a breath, it weaves harmony … never to fade away.
An opiate, hypnotic, we raise high, snake, like cobras sway.
Caressed by its fingers, we grovel, harnessed, like children … play--
tones, chords and melodies hover, warm, a comforting blanket.
How often music rescued sanity, helped mankind ‘make it.’

Do re me fa so la ti ma …
without music we would scream a
lot.


In Germany, during World War II, prisoners were known to sing
ballads, hymns and serenades … many praises to God, our King.
Soldiers, in the midst of battles, sing in cadence, fight and die.
Entertainment or to comfort, music’s a righteous ‘high.’
One can hear music’s vibrations even if they’re deaf--can’t hear--
its comfort flows, velour ripples, drowning noises far and near.
In most holy, high moments, it seems to ring loud and clear … quite dear.
There is music in nature—overhead, underfoot—each day.
Even language is music when there’s rhythm to what they say.

Do re me fa so la ti ma …
without music we would scream a
lot.

The humming harmonica merges with the thumping, loud, drum
when piano keys are tickled, many string instruments strum.
Infants are soothed by lullabies even when mother can’t sing.
Most songs have stories to tell, lessons to teach, love lights to spring.
Imagine how colorless life would be without stirring sounds,
from the coo of a newborn to the cutting howl of the hounds.
Relentless curtain, noise, circling, making appointed rounds
natural, neutral, but giving fair warning of what’s to be …
it’s another sense whose loss can cause one unfathomed mis’ry.