TO BATHE THE MIND
The music of the world today|
Is not my cup of tea.
With deaf'ning blasts from instruments
That sound like shrill banshees.
The 'concert magic' fills the air
With such a travesty,
My head is hurting, pounding hard....
It's not supposed to be!
I long for days of charm and class
Beside the parlor grand,
Where Chopin wafts through silken dreams
To touch a ladies' hand.
Oh poetry of melody
Which soothes the savage breast.
And bathes the mind with memories
That cause the soul to rest!
(My love affair with today's music....NOT!!!)
The NO FRILLS challenge
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