Music is far more than just blank sounds,

It captures moods that can’t be put in words.

It raises long dead thoughts from below ground.

 

A poison that can marvel and astound

Or medicine-- that heals the dear insane;

Music is far more than just blank sounds.

 

Life wasted in the noise is life well-found,

It draws on agile minds and puzzled fears,

It raises long dead thoughts from below ground.

 

In quiet times it thunders, rings, surrounds

And pushes for the ear to hear it’s cry.

Music is far more than just blank sounds,

 

If it’s possession, drag my soul hellbound

And call my vision witchcraft, vile deeds;

It raises long dead thoughts from below ground.

 

But give my mouth a moment to expound,

That I have seen and sung with seraphim.

Music is far more than just blank sounds,

It raises long dead thoughts from below ground