Art Turned To Science Back To Art

I have no need, for metre-nor rhyme

Angels transcribing the chords give birth to mind

An explanation of all things good bad and kind

Diving in the oceans of musical theory

We found pearls of understanding sublime

Composed by Allah’s pen

A melodious wand bedazzling crystals of time

Let the jinns string their harps and violins

Let the Angels give saxophones their due shine

I turn my head right and the clock says eleven eleven

The rest of this song

May perhaps only be played

In Heaven

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It’s from الله