Healing Music

King of the world in a measure 

Queen of showcase pleasure 

Music? Is there is power 

Listeners always make it above towers

 

Not only for smiling guests 

Music is everyone's feast 

Not only for lenient number pour 

For all people, the heart may be devoured 

A farewell is always upon our heart 

The throbbing of it left the ways apart

Onto the edge of the world 

Listening to music without a hold 

Over the bitter tainted tremblings lips 

Still chloroformed with it in fingertips 

With Melody, desire, deep, sensitive and slow 

All ways healing our pains but bit low 

Some song is sung on the death bed 

A song falls like water on my head 

A heart that sinks in fading colours deep 

Held in music's arms of rhythm and sleep.