I love the sound of an oboe
Its plaintive note, pure and true
Floating on high, rich and clear,
Captivating the listener’s ear.
I love an organ’s powerful sound,
Reverberating all around
With mighty chords that seem to find
The listener’s heart and steal his mind.
I love the harp’s silvery tone.
The purity that belongs alone
To its sensitive strings.
Plucked to make the music sing.
I love to hear the human voice
Joined with others to rejoice
And celebrate music’s choral tradition
With a melodious, harmonious rendition.