A poem I wrote for my cousin.

On this melodious path of mine,
do re mi plays along the line.
Without barriers music plays fine,
touching lives throughout every sign.

Every note on paper or ear,
draws peace and bringing nations near.
Through music I express my love,
glorifies the heavens above.

On every step that I take charge,
music was always there in march.
It is the speech of the angels,
A wondrous gift from God’s angels.

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