The humble and supple musician,

Enclosed in the mantle of time,

Calls forth to melodic transcendence

And bends low ever keyboard divine.

The voice of the ecstatic submission

Petitions the Father of song,

Pleads humbly for grand innovation

Which waits in the silence, held long.

And suddenly out of the stillness,

A vision, a metrical light.

The love of the Master Musician

Who arranges the patterns aright.

Gently, the skillful musician

Pours forth in harmonious might

The sound of melodic perfection;

His Creation, a peerless delight.

The melody stands, monumental,

That those who beseech Him in prayer,

Are led through ingenious valleys,

To find Him awaiting them there.

(c) 2006 George E Thompson