A pop song for the teenager to dance..
A love ballad for the love birds to fly..
An old song for the grey hair to dye..
The relation saved with a rhyme of the song..
The parents swayed with the party mood..
The darkness had a companion though..
The mind said yes, even on a NO..
Sometimes like a parent it caresses, Music is..
Sometimes a selfless friend misses, Music is..
No conditions, No wants, Just togetherness, Music is..
An answer to every question given, Music is..
Celebration may what, we have songs..
Season may what, we have songs..
Memories of the past, we have songs..
Glories of the Future, we have songs..
Tunes not limited, words not too..
Formations are such, we go flabbergasted..
Hum we the lines so long..
Again it reminds us, who is it, nobody.. Music and the Song..