The Music of One
 

Binding the world in three quarters rhyme, revealing the tempo within; writing the songs of yesterday lives, strumming all hearts to begin.

 

The woodwinds sing in deep winter green while expressive one’s hail from the blue; the fields of forever all stretched in pain, as melodies appear deep and true.

The lyrics all spoken in chants from the soul as trumpets blow fire from the sky; melting the days in yesterday ways, as violins stand up and cry.

Majestic the fire aligned in the march, declaring the Music of One, movement and mime, surrendering time, piccolos burn in the sun.

Percussive the worlds breathing the beat, clamoring the cymbals of glee, drawn from the heat in cool waters deep, a sacred serenity.

The symphony calls from harmony walls where rivers and memories appear, revealing the chorus that lives in the soul, a voice consumes the fear.

Theres a path to place where songs of Grace, are never to be outdone, they live in the hearts of those who hear, the beautiful music of One.