Lyrics




I am an instrument
The timbre of my voice flies with the winds of heaven
I belong to one who is more than a musician
He is an artist
I live to be his pleasure
I do not flee from him when he comes to me
For instruments are not sufficient in themselves
They are cold and lifeless without the touch of hands and mind
The artist holds myself tenderly in his hands
First he touches the strings of my heart
To find if they are in tune with the universe
Then suddenly vibrant thought strikes the air
And music from the world of time and space is born




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