sweet review

the noise of the words,

of what’s goin’ on in the world,

in my country

across the air waves

made me weak,

and dizzy

and forlorn

and down in spirit

. . . until

. . . by grace

https://youtu.be/wxGtXodlqcA

. . . if found

your bagpipes

yer clarinets

yer mid eastern music,

mesmerized me

enraptured me to point break,

to ecstacy

yer timbrils

yer bass

your voice

ancient tunes

mysterious secrets in the notes

you make me cry

with your greek sounds

tambourine

what is your message?

. . . your chorus

your collective singers

your drums,

deep

the rhythm,

overall,

of your cry

. . . you make my soul cry

your drive

your passion

ardent synchrony

soft and sweet

hight pitch

crescendo

it’s more

than the words

its the incredible pipes

like bagpipes

your climax

like pain

your song of sing,

you cry

utter pain,

it seems

ghostly

to the the highest heavens

falsetto

soprano wrapped in majesty

to the throne of God,

as it were

i ain’t got time to accolade,

or praise

i just wanna love the sound

i jus wanna love the sound

i jus wanna touch your voice

my ears reach a climax

of sheer pleasure,

joy mixed pain,

by chance of grace,

i found you

there’s somethin’ there

beyond the video

and the lyrics

that awakens somethin' deep in me

like the answers to the mysteries of the ages,

like sheer love

like the cure

listen to the sea of flutes

like singing

like marching angels

like occultic?

perhaps,

as in hidden

as in conveyance of deep mysteries

celestial?

near to

i love the feel,

of the touch,

of your voice

holy

pristinely,

utterly whole

perfect?

near to,

. . . yes!