The Music of the Future

The music of the future calls to us,

Its harmonies too subtle for our ear

As we our few and tired chords repeat

That move us less with every passing year.

Shall no new anthems sound upon our souls,

Or melodies descend from heights sublime

To open us to hidden worlds above,

Beyond the finite boundaries of time.

I sing of joy that lurks in sadness' heart

And love that lives within the core of hate,

Of beauty waiting on the sill of life

That would descend and change our deathbound fate.

For I have glimpsed in human form the Lord

Who opens us to heavens full with song,

He brings to earth the great transforming word

Intones the strophes for which our spirits long

In chant and magic symphonies of light,

Awakes the deadened inner ear to sound

Transcendent, modes that move the sun and stars,

As rhythms of the greater life resound.