Music

Music is an endless longings, all the dreams I know. in all its many days singings, that with each occasions go. Love is there endlessly too, in dreams of tones free. A melody going through, its songs of times endlessly. Music makes the world go, like a carousel going by. A morning in a daybreak glow, all in my longings and try. All in its days and night, music in sweetest melody. Like a glow on horizon bright, all in its tune and harmony. Music my sweetest delight, all what is within its tone. Like a daybreaks starting flight, with it you are never alone. Dreams in their dreams away, in beautiful continuing lines. Like rise of a new starting day, a sun in its break of day shines.