Your percussion becomes a domed playground,
And I'm swept by the cacophony of your sound.
The cry of the violins moves me to tears,
And you soothe my fears through all the years.
I hear my mom's tears through the cello,
But you chime with sincerity in a sung hello.
The struggles of the past pour out through the sax,
But it gives me the willingness I need to relax.
The roar of the trumpet straightens out my shoulders,
And I learn through your sounds how to be bolder.
My voice moves mountains because of you,
And I realize there's nothing that I can't do.
Music, in your sweet symphonies,
You banish all of my hostilities.
Thank you for your everlasting call,
With you, I'm capable of it all.