By Sarah Sherman
Is that an angel I hear before me
As I descend the staircase?
The angel of music
I turn the corridor and there she is
Her voice melting into the wind
Her soft, light, melodic voice
No one compares to her beauty
Nor her kindness and grace
Those who encounter her are blessed
If you happen to hear her
Keep silent
Don’t let her know you’re there
Let her keep singing and be blessed
The angel of music
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