To the sinful quietude bring melody,
If musical reverie is a crime,
Punish me for the sweet felony,
For I seek pleasure in the rhythm and rhyme.
Incapable are humans of forgetting the airs of glory,
Ringing on for generations, inexplicable addition,
Each of astounding expression, a true story;
Millions each day drowning in its obsession.
Yet, what if someday, the thrill fades?
What if the beating heart looses tempo?
Indelible rust settles on the ballad’s blades,
The orchestra sinks into diminuendo.
I die my first death when it can no longer resonate,
When the hymns cease my heart to vibrate.