Music Is

Music is like the wind in willow

Soft, calling, comforting

Music is a warm blanket that wraps

around the listeners as a ice storm of chaos passes

past the windows of a broken soul

It fills the empty

It comforts the weak

It fills you with a life everlasting

The winds are the swords sharpened

The brass are the horns that warn the


The drums are the thunder of the upcoming


And the voice is an angel telling of

the battle won

Music calls to people of all nations, tongue

gender and class

It calls and we come

United by the beat and rhythm

A language we all speak and understand

Don't let the music stop.