Immortal music's glorious theme
All other joys how futile seem
Compared to this enraptured balm
It's rampant flare: It's peaceful calm
A subject to its melting sway
The evil world will fade away
To lend the mind inspired bliss
A paradise on earth is this
The listening ear must concentrate
To follow with its changing rate
The harmony of blended chords
The subtlety its depths afford
Tchaikovsky, Chopin, Brahms and Bach
have all achieved a lasting mark
‘Tis genius and golden art
The modest works of young Mozart
The luxurious haunting oboes call
Its eastern echo minds enthrall
I see the palms in swaying green
The Sheik, the Mosque, the desert scene
The blatant horn describing man
His fearless, brutal, determined plan
The mighty clap of thunderous drum
Depicting chaos yet to come
The angels and to God akin
The magic of the violin
With warmth to woe the wildest beast
Oh! Fiddler charm my soul to rest.
Combined with others these compound
That galaxy of wondrous sound
Like finely woven tapestry
That fine orchaestral unity.
Involved the depths of symphony
A simple lift in rhapsody
But jazz is obviously insane
Superficial and insane.
Lawrence Frankpitt Fearby
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