GSoM

Dark veil covered all inside –

Black piano in doubt, pensive fiddle,

Lorn lantern, which was burnt by light,

And empty table in the middle.

Mad silence stretched its largest wings,

But deep in gloom I heard the moan,

Big tears fell on moveless things…

It was the sufferings of soul -

It was in dungeon languished still.

When piano bonnet was unclasped

Keys moved, the room with music filled

First chords relieved my soul gasp;  

It sang. The voice was wild, soft,

Sonorous, trembling, strong & loud,

It pierced stuffy air off

And broke fetters, smashed all bounds,

Like millions candles were at once

Lit in the room. I looked around:

Gay instruments played lovely dance,

I felt my feet got off the ground!

I soured. A lot of sparkling stars

Went round over my head.

I found wings I was too far

From being stone dead.

I realized my whole true sick

Had vanished. And the reason in

The magic of Great Strength of Music

In everlasting spring.

The song was off, the lid was down,

The string with latest sound rang;

The world which was seen only as dark-brown,

Got colored for my soul sang.