I'd tell you of a man drawn to his knees by life, <br />but i'd regret having to live through it twice. <br />By ear the drum is heard, <br />yet by hand its sound is stirred. <br />The call of a trumpet signals soldiers to move there feet, <br />however the same sound is used to signal there defeat. <br />I've heard almost nothing as sweet as the voilin, <br />Which is played at length under the chin. <br />Music can help to clear ones mind, <br />as well as send men to their demise. <br />That in it-self is enough for me, <br />For I've always loved the symphony.<br /><br />Sadistic Cupid<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/musik/
