The Origin of Song

The heart is awoken, By the clarion call of God’s bugle. It beats like a drum, Then resonates with its own frequency, Which harmonizes with the spheres, And is permitted free reign of melodic exploration, And is on fire with its own song — Song of itself! A shooting star!

Cacophony’s mute, Misery’s hush, Breaking orbit, The heart song transforms the listener, To live life sung, Speech elevated to song-prayer, Rat race to rat symphony, A song and dance of Spirit — A melody ever upward!

A melody which pulls other melodies upward, Burrowing linearity abandoned, For verticality’s northern exactitude. Dissonance shed like rocket boosters in transit, Timbral ecstasy revealed, Ecstatic silence engulfing this newfound symphony, As its host and substance — A song known, no longer heard, Plentitude of bliss, Rapturous stillness — The Origin of Song.