Why does it happen so often?
I sit here reading poetry,
Writing poetry ,
Listening to music,
When it happens.
Music comes on
That just stops me,
Stops me reading,
Stops me writing.
I am taken to a place,
A place where life is wonderful,
That wonder created by music.
It has happened again
As this magnificent voice
Flows to my soul,
Bringing such music to me,
To my mind,
To my heart .
Once again music shows itself
Shows itself to me,
And brings me to peace,
To peace in my world,
As I know music is there
And will always be there,
Be there for me.