“My brother’s music is God’s gift” by Eureka C.Bianzon

Yellow hay fills the garden ground

It surrounds us like the queen’s golden crown

I sat waiting for my brother’s music to come

Music which encircles my head and calms me down

This is really a warm day caress by his music

Persuade by his passion on his little way

Spirit of which impossibly be perished

Harmonies of light and joy touches like a mother’s care

As the light fades away on the west

I still hear him playing at his best

His music is meaningful as the sunset

And how I wish this day will not end

His music is not just a music but a music that sings

Rambles down to the ocean,like birds fly on their wings

It melts my heart when each sound whispers to my ears

My brother’s music is God’s gift

I love to hear

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