In the realm where music dwells

 In the realm where music dwells,

Time unfolds its wondrous spell,

A raw material, pure and true,

For melodies to bloom and accrue.

The rhythm dances in its embrace,

Creating patterns, finding grace,

But time, dear friend, is more than this,

It grants a gift, a subtle bliss.

A song, a shelter in the storm,

In moments fleeting, it takes form,

It meets us, whispers in our ears,

Embraces us, allays our fears.

Within its notes, we find reprieve,

A respite from the world we leave,

Magnifying moments, deep and wide,

Anchoring them in life's great tide.

Each time we hear that sacred tune,

Our living selves, they are attuned,

Transported to the moments past,

Yet transformed, as memories amass.

For music has the power to heal,

To mend the wounds, to make us feel,

Through time's journey, it takes us back,

And gifts us with a different track.

So let us cherish this precious art,

The solace it imparts to the heart,

For music, in its sacred realm,

Transcends the bounds of the earthly helm.