Music Unheard

Only whose ears possess a soul,

Would stop to heed the passed by,

The melody that did touch me whole,

That which made the heart cry.

It sang of happiness, joy and sorrow,

And gave but pieces of peace,

It sang of the pain to come tomorrow,

Yet of love that never would cease.

Indeed, it's true that music,

Is a window to anyone's soul,

But this might've been a soul in itself,

Prophesying all alone.

Telling me what to expect of this life,

I listened to it, but to no end,

It sang and sang, and by and by,

Everything toward it did bend.

The music at last, in my heart did last,

Sweeter than the nightingale bird,

Singing of the present,

Leaving alone the past,

Went on this music unheard.

-The Guy With Random Stuff