Readers of deep messages,

In my head,What pleasures lie aheadAnd still await me!So I find the orchestralPiece,Play and Listen,Never disappointingAlways upliftingEven if heard,Many, many timesSurely,Interpretation counts,As excitement mounts.Classical Music,Adoring,Exploring, new worldsOf feelingsThat in delirious abstractionKeep shifting.Uplifting, melting away,RealityFeeling new sensations,Of elevation, incredibly,Until then, unknownWe travel, melodiouslyFlown, to another GalaxyWhere dreams, keep existingAnd Beauty, is still known.

And watch your step,If you have good principlesDon’t abandon themImprove on them, instead,Be kind and graciousAnd try to understandThat it never hurtsTo give, anotherA helping hand.

That are sage and well intended,When they want to get selected,But once in a state of power,It’s as if an ice cold shower,Washed away All they PretendedYes, ladies and gentle voters,Pay attention, close your motors,Dressing salads, gets elected.

Of a Poem,That is stealingOur attentionAnd our calm,There is never moreA pleasure,Than to speakAbout its lovingTreasure,As we shareThe gifted nectarOf its lovelinessAnd depth,Of its imageryAnd sound,Unavoidable,Hypnotic charm.

Nothing seems to announce new glory,World keeps splitting at the seams.Tell me a poetic story,Full of hollywoodian dreams,When Romantic films were glory,And real Love had self esteem,When the purity of caring,Seemed to be within our heart,And we admired Beauty, sharing,Blessings, of true works of Art.

Makes not out of words a mere mockery,Opens Worlds that are heard in sonority.