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