• Cry
    tears of sorrow
    as the music doth
    fall away

    The quiet notes
    are beautiful,
    but nor
    doth passion play,
    They dance on graceful melody
    but they can't
    shape the day

    Make me notes
    of thunder,
    whom a god
    might plea to hear

    Make me dance
    with vigor,
    will my heart to beat,
    shake me to my very soul
    and sweep me off my feet.