Music

Servant and master am I: servant of those dead, and master of those living. Through me spirits immortal speak the message that makes the world weep and laugh, and wonder and worship.

I tell the story of Love, the story of Hate, the story that saves and the story that damns. I am the incense upon which prayers float to Heaven. I am the smoke which palls over the field of battle where men lie dying with me on their lips.

I am close to the marraige alter, and when the graves open I stand near by. I call the wanderer home, I rescue the soul from the depths, I open the lips of lovers, and through me the dead whisper to the living.

One I serve as I serve all; and the king I make my slave as easuly as I subject his slave. I speak through the birds of the air, the insects of the field, the crash of the waters on the rock-ribbed shores, the sighing of the wind in the trees, and I am even heard by the soul that knows me in the clatter of the wheels on city streets.

I know no brother, yet all men are my brothers; I am father of the best that is in them, and they are fathers of the best that is in me; I am of them, and they are of me,
For I am the instrument of God.

I AM MUSIC