Music by nature is without word,
As the dumb in us prevails,
The notes within find flow,
As boats of melody sail.
The melody is a predominating de-facto,
That stirs ecstasy first in human lyre,
Then in a piano its aura dissipates fire.
Intricate, subtle, as sleeping quanta in Unconscious,
Within the unified-field, in every field it has a divine touch.
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