How is life explored by stories,
Quietly composed in books?
Why do poems give enjoyment
To the one who deeply looks?
Even words of tiny size
Oft show virtues to the wise.
When we gaze upon a painting,
Oft a voice speaks to the soul.
Paint and canvas, both displaying
Semblance of things physical.
We, the subjects in them, see
Life laid out exquisitely.
Why, when soundlessness is conquered,
Filled by noise of symphonies,
Are our senses seized by grandeur
Of pervasive melodies?
Music is a jewel of sound
Which explorers keep when found.
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