She calmly hops across, with the bustle in her hold,
Running down the chequered path of lead and gold
Where in tandem the flowers of joy and sorrow bloom,
Drums of victory are played along with pipes of doom.
That is Lady Music, more magical than magic itself.
Sometimes she's an angel, the other times an elf.
When she kisses your lobe to whisper in your ear
Keep walking with her as Elysia draws you near.
Rollick with her in the woods if she does a staccato
Or sway in the swings of heaven praising her legato.
I know not tales of Beethoven neither any Mozart
Who have adorned her with many a cantabile chart.
Nevertheless I'm lured by her, I'm playing my part.
Compelled I am, to fall in love with this lady smart.
Running down the chequered path of lead and gold
Where in tandem the flowers of joy and sorrow bloom,
Drums of victory are played along with pipes of doom.
That is Lady Music, more magical than magic itself.
Sometimes she's an angel, the other times an elf.
When she kisses your lobe to whisper in your ear
Keep walking with her as Elysia draws you near.
Rollick with her in the woods if she does a staccato
Or sway in the swings of heaven praising her legato.
I know not tales of Beethoven neither any Mozart
Who have adorned her with many a cantabile chart.
Nevertheless I'm lured by her, I'm playing my part.
Compelled I am, to fall in love with this lady smart.
Note: M for Music. M for Melodious. M for Mellifluous. M for Mesmerizing. I'll leave the other Ms for you to figure out. A for A Tribute to Music.
