Music

When the music's in your soul,
there's no other way to go.
It's a life that's so demanding.
The more you give,
the more you get,
With constant reprimanding.
Precious time the enemy,
obligation second to it.
You have a message for the world,
striving for perfection.
Lyrics come from in the heart,
passion is the rhythm.
A gathering of brilliant minds
take it to fruition.
One small spark that will ignite,
imagination burning,
becomes a burst of pure white light.
Each adding to the magic.
Sometimes it's sweet,
sometimes it's sad,
sometimes it's even tragic.
It reaches places in the mind,
and gives us means to identify.
Creative genius come alive,
it appeals to all our senses.
Completion is the beginning,
released to infinity.
It travels through the realm of time.
All parallels will be defined,
a universal dialect.
Each one a masterpiece.
Each one who touches it,
will reproduce their version of it's glory.
It's a labor of love that's so profound,
a never ending story.
We must honor sacrifice,
for the birth of melody.
Because every time it touches us.
We begin to sing.