Music is a way to tell
Of stories without words
It makes you sit back and relax
With sounds of peaceful birds
Everything is lost without
The way to speak from heart
Mind, Body, Spirit, Time
Are all just the parts
Put together then you'll find
A religion that you did
Put emotion into it
And you have a squib
Not just any squib
But a squib with a feel
Sometimes people uproot it
And make it into a deal
The emotion basis of it all
Can really make you cry
Other times it can be good
And it's as if you were to fly
Music transforms a word to a tale
Now that I think of it music never fails
Music doesn't have to tell of an epic
If you're in a rage, Music does the trick
Music never rains on your parade
Sometime music helps with even physical aid
My tale is over as you can see
This poem is concluded like a series
All may be doubted
Please rate and see
All of your troubles will be no mystery
Thank You
(Author's Note - A squib is an old word for an item)