Music of the Masters

MUSIC OF THE MASTERS

When I hear the Music of the Masters
their timely, intimate adaptations
of notes that flowed and billowed through their heads,
I find a longing deep within my soul is fed

Drawing me far away into the past
holding me firm while I play with imaginings
and memories from books and heresay...
how it compels my wandering heart to stay

If only the reality of my life could flow
as peaceful and innocent as those notes unveiled
to soar and dip with graceful ease...
to be in place and purpose...sure as honey bees

When the music ends, my substance heavy lays
as when the plug is pulled to 'round me drain
But I can surely return on any day
to lift my soul up high and drift away