Every piece of music calls for a story to be told,
It whispers it ever so differently to each soul,
Amiable, the world it creates provides Impartial warmth to the blighted,
To the splendid, its beauty sublime.
Blind calls out to its Impassioned cry,
The gifted dance blindly beneath its gracious sky,
Invisible to the eye yet paints a picture so alluring,
Such even one's wildest Imagination wouldn't dare try.
Its love is so fervent yet so Innocent,
Bewilders the mind of the skeptic and captures the being of gullible,
Engraved in stone but free as the transient Ocean,
Animate such life, enigmatic to the mind,
Something which can only be grasped as an Emotion.