That sound came from the radio,
Music that went straight to my heart.
A sound so beautiful that made all stop,
All stop around me as I listened,
Listened to those notes plucked,
Plucked on the strings ,
The strings of the mandolin.
A sound so wonderful and mesmerising
I was drawn further and further into it,
Into the sound that Vivaldi had written,
Written on paper for others to play
And produce this wonder of music.
The music finished but my day had started,
Started in a most delightful way,
With the music coming into my heart.