Whether it be driving the frightened soldier toward his almost certain death,
Whether it be intertwining the love of the couple swaying to it,
Whether it be calming the tortured soul who has lost their self,
Whether it be playing in the teenager's room while they contemplate the future,
It has existed from the beginning of time
Coursing through our body and driving us to the very extremes we fear
Or encasing the memories of our most beloved people in it
It's a natural thing to hear it in the whisper of the grass as the wind howls its own song
To listen for the breathing of the precious soul as they sleep soundly
Its Music
