The Joy Of Music - A Sonnet (2019) Poem by Richard St. Clair

Music is enrapturing my heart
And giving me a skipped beat, one or two,
As those gay sounds to me are fresh and new,
Carrying me on wings, a world apart!
From times when singing was an oral art,
Without a written page to play it from,
Sheer greatness waxed on fiddle, fife and drum,
And stirred sheer ecstasy from house to mart.
Let one and all rejoice in beauteous strains
As players strum and beat on instruments
Resounding over every wall and fence
To soften all the hardened hearts and brains.
Where does this joyful noise originate,
With power all good listeners to sate?