In threads of sound so soft and clear,
Where melody walks without fear,
No tangled knots, no cryptic lines,
Just open hearts and steady signs.
A gentle hum, a whispered tune,
It rises softly with the moon,
No labyrinth of chords to chart,
Just simple notes that touch the heart.
The singer hums, the children sway,
The elders smile, the hands all play,
For music's gift, when pure and free,
Is found in sweet simplicity.
No scholar's tongue, no master's hand,
Can claim the song that all understand,
A tune you carry down the lane,
That lingers like a soft refrain.
It isn't bound by time or place,
It needs no gilded frame or lace,
Just sing it plain, and true, and right—
A melody to share the light.