The Warming

The Warming
Music in its mysterious form
Seeking souls to enchant and warm
Chords in their rousing places
With elegant moves and proper graces
Common language turns to liquid
Heaven speaks through clouds amid
Scattering solace and stimulating dreams
A renaissance of beauty for all it seems
I worship before the Gods of music
To beauty and the embellishment of rhetoric
Emptiness also has its dreams of fulfillment
So as colors that brighten the hidden firmament
Music with thy warming, please stay with me
My empty chasms await thy soothing breath

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