An Ancient Language

 

It is not Latin or Ancient Greek

that we find a language so rich and deep

It is not borne of a vocabulary or tongue

but from the heart, soul and mind of man

Found in the mists of time it comes to us

rich and varied are its sounds and cadences

For it can speak across all boundaries

reaching beyond impassable frontiers

Its sounds are an orchestra richly composed

because it is music we behold

 

Its voice has passion, its soul yearns for God

its heart beats for love, its spirit soars

Melodies which can reduce us to tears

or exhilerate our beings to a higher plane

Violins cry their sweet lament

woodwinds call to us from forest glades

precussion the sound of the mighty

with majesty enthroned

Music breaks down the walls made by man

to build bridges of hope and reconciliation

 

Concert Halls are academies of a linguistic performance

from their immense galleries voices reach us

Words fly from the strains of musical joy

to carry us to a new place, to cleanse and refresh

A language, a lengua franca with an endless dictionary

waltzes, marches, symphonies and sonatas

Forever it develops to be re interpreted anew

it captivates one generation after another

Music is the balm of life, the incense of love

fire to our soul, an abundant banquet of divine speech