It's there when no one else is
Flowing through your ears like a sweet honey of comfort
Judges not what you think or do in life nor who you are or become
It's free to fly through the sound waves like a bird at sea
It's strong in presence as is the Sequoia trees
Never underestimate the sound or words it brings
For in the end it's always there bringing peace and serenity
It's music that remains when every thing else fades