The Angel And The Music Poem by May Mustang

At midnight, an angel was crossing the sky
And quietly he sang
The moon and the stars and
Concourse of the clouds
Paid heed to his heavenly song.

He sang of the bliss of the innocent souls
In heavenly gardens above;
He sang out compliments, and the praise
Was pure and filled with love.

He bore in his arms a young soul
To take away its' sorrow and tears;
The young soul remembered the heavenly song
So vivid, never fading through the years.

And long did it struggle on this earth,
With wondrous desire imbued;
But none of the tedious songs of our earth
Could rival celestial tune.