They call him the music man,
Because he hears sounds,
He feels vibrations,
All of creation sings to him,
While others hear silence,
He senses music in the air around him,
And pulls it down.
Music erupts from his fingers,
It leaps forth from his tongue,
It seeps from his skin,
He has given his body over to music,
To the service of the soul’s sweetness,
And so every sense proclaims:
So sweet a sound,
So sweet a taste,
So sweet a smell,
So sweet a sight,
So sweet a touch.
