Soft Old Music has its own spirit:
It penetrates the cell of the flesh!

Just like water...

it blends to the very soul;
it comforts the dying of pain;
it thrills loneliness and grief.

It transforms sharpness of the sword,
turning down the blade into softer fang.
It softly injects the venom of rest.

Like a grass, it dances softly
to the swing of the wind in surety...
it never burnt out nor hug the dust!

Oh! That soft old music
can never rest.

Gil Gregorio

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