Rediscovery

I have been writing for years, at least 8 seriously, but every once in a while I like to go back and see what I wrote and make it a finished product, or just remember why I wrote it. Going through my writing journal I found this one...

Untitled (always the hardest part for me...any suggestions?)

It seeps through you,
Touching every spot:
Filling you up,
Soaring in and out
From every pore,
Ribbons of emotion
Covered by musical notes.

Like a wind swooping
Over, under, around
Each leaf of every branch
Of the tall oak tree.
How can one not feel
the magic of its touch?

A blessing come from God
that speaks from soul to soul,
Another piece of the
Intricate staff of life.