Music, Music is everywhere,
Lup Dub the beats of a heart,
To clap, the first folk rhythm art,
Fanning the world with peaceful air.
Plop plop raindrops on thatched roofs,
Tip tip patters on countertops,
Clip Clop of royal horses’ hoofs,
Musical air blows over rags to riches’ crops.
The soothing tones that beget,
From bamboo sticks with chisel-made holes,
And deft notes struck on a string-set
In a luthier-made violin, evenly cure the souls.
The croaks of frogs and chirps of birds,
The clanging of calling bells to easing windchimes,
Music saw the light of the world before words,
And will quash the evil and pacify the folk for all times.
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