The resonance makes all present do
As they feel. The Art that is true
Has preached and instilled in me
Such virtues. Indebted to them is me.
The resonance makes some gaze in to
The distant. Dream of what I no not.
Others engage in activities they call
Their own. Some in slumber.
Maketh it go by music I tried.
Yet in vain lest I should’ve known.
‘Tis the Art that determined;
Not one’s own appraisals.
The resonance drives some down
A path to reality. The others down
What is beautiful, serene and ever
Tranquil. Some reside in slumber.
The resonance bring peace of mind
To some. The others attempt at
Portraying pieces of their minds
To others. Alas. The motive lost.
October 01, 2010