With every step singing,
each note breathing you another 
illuminated page.

Meadows digging deeply into the music,
and all strands of grass clinging to 
each stroke of the clock and string.

Chiming under the whole slate of sky, 
a ringtone to the universe.

Sit all things down to your table
and give them equal tea. 

Keys stumbling, 
pushing through the crowd to be first. 

Lyrics holding more than 
just a gentle rhythm 
to guide all voices into their own
standing ovation.