Artful Sounds

They are artist all

They who write, these

Words that sing, the

Facts of life

Poetry springs forth

With the sound of music

To the eyes that read

It is music to ones ears

Whether in joyfulness 

Or done in sadness

These words play music

To the eyes that read

They cease to grow old

No matter how old

The words were written ago

They play on still, they play

Bringing us to smiles,

Cause shedding of tears

They play on, in our ears

As the eyes read the words

We never forget,

At any given moment

Dancing in our minds

We hear the artful sounds

This is my entry for Poetry Potluck where the theme 

for this week is Muse, Art, Music and Poetry.