Music is liturgy
Amplifying through the empty space between
The sea and the celestial spheres governing
The movements of the bodies below
Astral songs churning through the bellows
Of a tired church *****
Standing idly by, while a man whispers
The prayers of the people
All fitting into grooves
Inscribed on the human mind
Causing friction
Vibration
Like rosin, playing with a cello string
Singing out a melody
Leading men on a journey unique to them
Yet all with the same end
A state as close to the holy
As known in the human form
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
Music is liturgy
Amplifying through the empty space between
The sea and the celestial spheres governing
The movements of the bodies below
Astral songs churning through the bellows
Of a tired church *****
Standing idly by, while a man whispers
The prayers of the people
All fitting into grooves
Inscribed on the human mind
Causing friction
Vibration
Like rosin, playing with a cello string
Singing out a melody
Leading men on a journey unique to them
Yet all with the same end
A state as close to the holy
As known in the human form
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