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