Soft Old Music has its own spirit: <br />It penetrates the cell of the flesh! <br /> <br />Just like water... <br /> <br />it blends to the very soul; <br />it comforts the dying of pain; <br />it thrills loneliness and grief. <br /> <br />It transforms sharpness of the sword, <br />turning down the blade into softer fang. <br />It softly injects the venom of rest. <br /> <br />Like a grass, it dances softly <br />to the swing of the wind in surety... <br />it never burnt out nor hug the dust! <br /> <br />Oh! That soft old music <br />can never rest.<br /><br />Gil Gregorio<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-that-soft-old-music/
