The Open Door

Music is a language, 

 Understood without words, 

 Blowing through the trees, 

 With the voices of the birds, 

 And the warmth of the sun, 

 Burning from each heart,

 For in the furnace of love, 

 Music had it’s start. 

 Music is the mirror, 

 Of the magic of life, 

 One soul touches another, 

 And then the fire spreads, 

 Embers fly through the air, 

 Like the notes of sounds, 

 Once a heart is set on fire, 

    It is lifted from the ground. 

 The greatest music comes, 

 In what we do and what we say, 

 In doing good for one, 

 We touch many along the way, 

 Every heart we touch, 

 Will reach so many more, 

 The magic had it’s start, 

 Because you opened the door.