Have you heard the music a tree makes?
Wind tapping drumbeats on the leaves,
evoking a thousand-leaved cymbal-song,
sunbeams quivering in a dance-along.
Have you heard the music a river makes?
Through meadow, hill and vale it skips,
singing a silver-tongued melody,
of mad longing to merge with the sea.
Have you heard the music a forest makes?
The sighs of trees, the call of birds,
a warbling brook’s sweet laughing voice,
in the silence deep softly rejoice.
Have you heard the music a flower makes?
As from bud to blossom it awakes,
unfurling each petal in perfect calm,
in its heart, the silence of dawn.
Have you heard the music a heart makes?
On its strings as joy or sorrow strums,
as dreams form and shatter soundlessly,
and hopes rise and fall endlessly.
Have you heard the music a soul makes?
As shedding body, mind, ego it takes
off in flight, free and boundless,
to float in supreme bliss endless..