It makes the ordinary extraordinary
It lifts the lowest to unimaginable heights
It quickens the beat of the
tired heart
And energizes the weary soul
It makes colour dance in the minds of those whose eyes don’t see
And resonates through the fibres of those whose ears don’t hear
It acknowledges neither age nor status
And judges not past or future
It knows neither creed nor colour
Seeing only the infinite range of humankind
It is the universal voice of a million broken instruments
The common language of those who life has touched
It is the pain of disappointment
And the endless ache of unrequited love
It is the gaping chasm of loss
And the terrible beauty found in silence
It is the urgent voice of a passionate protest
And the desperate plea of a heartfelt prayer
It is the howl that escapes our souls
When there are no words to speak our pain
It is a warm embrace for the lost and lonely
An understanding friend to those who feel alone
It is the united voice of a crowd once strangers
A tribal song for those who share no common land
It is a hand that leads us in a merry jig
When our feet have forgotten how to dance
It is the notes that form unbidden on our lips
When our hearts cannot seem to find the tune
It is the glow that filters into the darkest place
Filling every corner with the purest light
It is the still small voice and the crashing wave
The dancing rainbow and the thunderclap
It is a quiet stroll and a whirling dance
A rushing waterfall and a gentle stream
It is the beauty of a fresh new dawn
And the golden glow of the setting sun
It is the unforgettable cry of the newborn child
And the gentle brush of a lovers kiss
It transcends barriers and makes the pauper King
Breaking the hardest heart and making the haughty weep
It is life itself.
Our breathing out and our breathing in.
It is music.
It makes the ordinary extraordinary.
