Music My Saviour
Poem By Kenneth Boitshepo
Through history, romance, tales,
Melodies described every deed.
Tune recall treasure, seized away
Pressure, rhymes with the heart as it beat.
Through hymn, harmony, soul we gazed
Music is a cure for a living heart not to bleed
Melodiousness a lecture it keeps me awakened
Sophisticated it loosen my mind to think deep
Through vitality we travelled 'joint' was pale
So simple tone mortals followed as it lead
Ponder music and wonder we danced with a relief of awe
Music I embraces, Saviour my MESSIAH...