Chapter Twelve.

MUSIC.

Volumes kept beyond reach

Yet nearer the source

The pride to all the youth

Wiggling all day long

To stand the great flow

Of all the slow

And quick played jams.

Making instruments a family

Falling in love with the Piano works

The melody of the Zither

That does calm the mind

With Flutes and guitar

As your best friends around

Yet you take your liking

In the flow of the modern drums

Ones best loved by the youths

Yet never left the old unpleased.

Forgetting the old days

And keeping them a far

Behind your little consciousness

Those days when you enjoyed

All the lovely fire places

And loved them like brothers

That were ever by your side

And trusted in your power

The power to change the living

And still favour the non living

For this was yourself

One that followed status not

But now lost to modernity.

For not even the culture

One that made you a family

One that did welcome you

With her hands wide open

What will you say this time

That you forgot even the xylophone

One that cared never to words

For he trusted you that much

Standing all kinds of strokes

The pain held in the twists

That at times left him crying

Sobbing terribly over pain

Yet he complained not

For he held mutual love

In his little heart

And a voice that ever yearned

To bring out it's best

And leave you pleased.

But this can be done with

Only with your dear come back

To your naive yet pure self

That always valued nature

And shared best with friends

That only self of yours

That cherished it's friends

Taking them for a pure family

Laughing with a clear smile

And never harbouring selfish desires

Ones to leave a family in agony

You who was their great pillar

That brought them happiness

More like a humble judge

You settled their desputes

And left a laughing but united family.

Was it our lowly character

That had to send you away

But we only needed a word

Only one word from you

And change would be in place

One that you would also cherish

One filled with love to the brim

For you were a family to us

More to a life's councillor

To whom all always believed

But seems to be all gone.

Dear our beloved music

We need your voice

One that touches all souls

The voice that unites enemies

And leaves uplifted hearts behind

The voice that advises all

One that touches the young

And yet leave the old not

With the youths as a whole

Bring back the old days

Where you valued all kinds

And taught all age

For it's my only request

In this long left suffering.

Thanks for the love and time as to my usual call. The poem "music" is more to trust and betrayal but this is not the sole reason for it's writing. For it's sole reason stands to the so called "leaders" who stand with us with their selfish motives. They pretend to be part of us yet in actual sense, they are never with us. It's to our naive understanding that fall for them for the lowly acts that our eyes have seen. But this is always only a tip of the iceberg. For their goals are big and evil.