See clearly and far With happy eyes. See prizmed clouds, And rainbowed skies. Feel each moment however brief, And for all tomorrows forget the grief. Capturing one low, sad sigh. While a soaring seagull gives one loud cry.
Flames burn white-gold high and free, Then gently color the dying sky.
For the wonders of sound, vibrations that ring, Heights and depths in every line, With phrasing, harmonies, themes that shine. Songs that bring both love and light, And fill empty hearts with peace and quiet. Or hear a lullaby whisper of night, And echo our children's laugh of delight. There are ancient chants, drums and flutes, Flying strings, harps and lutes. To the edge of eternity with rhythm and rhyme, Spanning distance beyond measure with no bonds of time.