Floriana Hall's "Music Universal"
© 2003-2004 Floriana Hall

We may speak languages divided,
We may worship different deities,
The one way we stay united
Is in music of the centuries.
The tinkling sound of the piano
Is soothing to kindred souls,
Communication of the heart and mind
Whether classical or rock-and-roll.
A German lullaby, a tango played in Spain,
Frank Sinatra's songs, Elvis' records gold,
Relate to every lover, romantic passion told.
We may travel the world over
From China to the Poles,
Music played on various instruments
Relaxes, excites, soothes, consoles.
We may hear "A Song of India"
Performed on Scotland's moors,
Or bagpipes played by different clans
On many island shores.
Italy's rhythmic accordion tunes
In Venice's gondola filled canals,
Reverberating echoes of a baritone,
An operatic pitch in Wales.
Ballads of court jesters,
Somber organ tones, religious tales,
Bands drumming, marching to John Sousa,
Patriotic themes fulfilled
Enjoyed in France or Appaloosa.
Blaring trumpets, trombones, flutes trill, 
"Oh, Danny Boy" gives all a thrill.
We may hear resonating depths of despair
Like musical chords from the "Phantom"
In Prague or Ireland's County Kildare.
Strains of the centuries fathomed
Blues, ragtime, jazz, swing and pop,
Folk, calypso, opera, country, bebop.
Angels strumming melodic harps,
Cowboys plucking banjo's, regional art.
Violins melancholy strings, bells resounding chimes,
Melodies universal for now and all times.
"It's a small world, after all," foretold
The harmonious language of the world.