a Chopin nocturne sets my mind at ease,
the music makes my soul to soothe;
piano melodies to play and please,
enchants the heart, makes the spirit move.
a feast of joy that quells the restless mind,
sounds of loveliness, set the ears aglow;
in its depth, sweet mysteries I find,
delights, that I did not ever know.
such, soft and subtle strains of pleasant note,
caress and comfort me, to no great end;
around me, the rhapsody does gently float,
to my subconcious, sweet messages it sends.
a piece of magic, that speaks its love to me,
unleashed without restraint, beautiful and free.
There are fewer thing in life more beautiful than classical music, and your poem expresses that with divine sentiment.
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I delighted in this splendid verse, filled with the spirit of beautiful music.