Beautiful Music

Seemingly an unbroken piece it is,
With deep beauty within,
That’s first look you see,
And things begin to change.

There’s nothing to it,
That’s what you think.
But if you paid more attention,
You’d see that things are not the same.

But you’ve yet to realise,
The true meaning withheld,
The beauty of this piece,
Is nothing more than a mere lie.

What bless the men may the men bless you?
What praise the Gods that the Gods praise you?
And what churns and turns that you may see and yet not discern?
And what is there to see but is not there when seen?
Absolutely nothing at all.

A vain and flawless piece it may be,
But nonetheless imperfect and tainted,
A beautiful music piece, yet
There’s more to it than you bet.

’Cos if you’d looked around,
Things are not what they seem.
Hypocrites and liars abound,
Plenty by thousand but few by count.
So isn’t this world a hypocrisy and a lie itself?

Music is food for the soul,
Yet the soul is not pure,
And what else is not pure and sure?
The soul is not another piece of porcelain,
Not something to throw after the world’s been slain.

So you see my beloved friend,
That things are just not meant to be
Food for the soul may it be,
But we don’t see Buddhas and saints around.

So if music is flawless and a beautiful piece,
And food for the soul it is,
Then what is the result of it all?
Polluted minds and villains a plenty?

Good music is found in nature,
And composed by men too,
And not too good men at that.
Man makes great food for the soul,
When you and me can see one behind the steel
But you and me,
We can see, the future’s not ours to control.