As I listen to the words
Knitted in music and rhythm
The sense flows down my ears
Which my heart begins to fathom
The string of words dance gracefully
Like a delicate scent conquering over the air
Luring me into getting lost
And falling in love with what the song bears.
But the music itself seems like a storm,
All raged up and striding away
Leaving behind a rich patina
That makes the song so rich yet fray
Fray because it wearing away
And revealing its greater secrets
I’m now staring into the writer’s eyes
Words amassing into a human face.
And so a song is so human to me
Yet divine and chaste, with sanctity.
Here in the eye of this musical hurricane
Is where I find my soul, my serenity
