Arlene Corwin writes

A World Full of Beautiful Songs

There is a world full of beautiful songs

Out there;

Each more sweetly silencing

And bringing forth

More tears than t’other.

Myrrh

Mellifluous as fragrant honey.

Money cannot make or buy it:

Songs so lyrical you cry at

Hearing.

The child, sensitive and innocent

Of harmonies and reading notes

Looks back on songs she learned by rote,

With warmth and ardor.

Learned by heart,

They weren’t hard to memorize.

Their beauty struck a chord

The size of don’t-know-what.

Sweet song or hot,

A taste for this, a taste for that;

It’s music that gave solace,

Reassurance, dancing feet.

World full of song and beat,

Time complete.

There is a world of euphony

And melody

To sing about.