Literature
The Great Sound
It spirals through the air mysteriously
It draws out laughter, tears, or smiles of joy
There are so many ways that it can be
The lion or the mouse it can deploy
It meddles with your head and with your soul
It fills you up, or sometimes brings you down
It can affect a nation as a whole
With beautiful, or sometimes awful sound
When I was very young and quite naive
I did not know the source of all my joy
But as I've grown I've learned entirely
That music is what always fills the void
Music is my sister, mother, friend
It's what will fill me up until the end