There Is Music Poem by John Yaws

There's music in the wind, my friend-
And music on the road-
There's music everywhere I turn-
Where I make my abode…

I hear it in the highway hum-
And cricket songs at night…
I hear it greet the coming dawn-
It heralds coming night.

There's music in my old guitar-
I love to sit and sing-
Within my empty house at night,
To hear my Martin ring.

I'll always have my music-
It often makes me cry-
I wonder who will sing for me?
When comes my time to die?