SOUL SONG

From whence does inner music rise,
That needs no sounds or notes,
And does not form itself in words,
Or written rhymes or quotes.
That rises deep within the heart,
To chase the clouds away.
No need for instruments to sound,
As silent heart-touch plays.

No trumpets or pianos play,
To hear this music clear,
The music each one plays each day,
Walks with us through the years.
Sensations deep within the heart,
Send pantomimes of song
As silent lyrics rise within,
And feelings come along.

Creations from each silent heart,
Are felt and sensed each day,
A gift that springs from inner song,
A touch along the way.
To reach the hearts of those you meet,
That shares with all creation,
While walking in your own small town,
Or palace or great nation.