The roaring sea, emotions move,
And deep beneath a current flows,
As deep grows shallow and surface fades,
Beneath all this, there lies the soul
Many things will reach below,
But not prevail to touch the heart,
Save the sonic-spirited spool,
Which sews the tears; both cried and cut
Symphony or the pulsing beat,
Composed compassion or passion’s words,
Music is the web that binds
Every soul in one accord
