MUSIC

In my dreams, I
played the largest harp in heaven
And the others followed suit.
The harmony of ours beat that of the devil's
They destroyed our instruments and painted some of us
Their voices full of lust
Their noises, tears can burst
They produce music like it's a must.

Something is lost
Music is missing!
The melodious harps are all gone!
Music in the hands of the untrust
Music is made at a high cost
The ears plead, for the trusted to lead
The world needs us, some of us
painted in red...long gone

Let music be made free,
unburdened, as a tree in the breeze
Music should be played to the hearts of the wicked
And to those who just lost their jobs
For music cures the depressed
And produced to impress
Love music, for music is to be loved.
Let the belly dancers move their waist to the rhythm
For the time has come, be warned!
Even the devil makes music
Not melodious ones