Musica Universalis
By Benjamin Shapiro

O! what angelic holy song
Echoes throughout my mind,
Harmonic voices singing strong,
Pluck’d are the strings of time.
Percussion beat on comet tails
Mocks my pounding heart,
My mind tries, but alas fails
To understand this perfect art.
So, I sit, engulf’d by joy,
The music fills my soul,
Euphoric child with new toy,
What was halved is whole.

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