The following poem was written by John Martin

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The night was cool, clear and bright
With the new full moon such a beautiful sight

The gongs were set out under the old tree
Glistening in the moonlight for all to see

With the special glass singing bowls waiting patiently
To be caressed and loved yearning to set their music free

With loving care the gong master stroked the bowls
And opened the private doorway to our very souls

As the musical vibrations swirled all around those there
Each was enveloped in sounds that washed away all care

The sacred gongs when they started were pure heaven
The vibrations travelling through the chakras, one to seven

This sensational music kept coming wave after wave
Transporting us all into our own inner secluded cave

Where nothing else mattered except the music around
That was a whisper from heaven, God’s very own sound

As the music died away, and it was silent once more
All those present were left with a feeling of utter awe

The music had taken us all on a journey far away
To a magical place where we all wanted to stay