There Is No End To The Longing Beauty Of The Music Poem by Shalom Freedman
There Is No End To The Longing Beauty Of The Music
There is no end to the longing beauty of the music
It takes the soul into itself and far from itself
As nothing else can-
The music and the music alone
When we are old and sad and finished forever
Brings us life again-
The music and the music
Whose real name and beauty
No one knows
And which takes us where we want to go
For a time we dream as forever.
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4/25/2024 10:11:36 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A poignant poem, very beautiful. Music is life.