Music is what music does
It lifts you high, it winds you up
It puts you down, lays you to sleep
Music does, as music please
And if you can, of music, take stead
the souls of men are yours to be fed
with the lure of lust, and the gravity of grief
with the beauty that surrounds us, the one we miss, the one you see.
For music is but the language of the heart
Melancholy strains of a heavenly harp
that takes us away, if only for a while
to savor the moment that makes life divine.