There’s magic in the world. Or song at least,
a magic we can hear. Some can perform
it beautifully, others at least stay warm
lulled by it on cold nights. It tames the beast
outside the gate of Hell. It soothes the souls
in torment. It is structure torn from joy
and sadness. Some fear it will destroy
their will or anger or that it controls
their hearts too much,and stick wax in their ears.
And pity them, for all that they will lose.
And fear them too – without song they will choose
silence and absence, other people’s tears.
So worship song. It helps us keep in mind
all other voices with ours intertwined.