Music Maker by: Jane Morin Music is eccentric It is the being in who I am. Whether in poetic stride Or a keyboard for my hands Music declares the inner thought It persuades the soul to release All inhibitions, all inner fears To follow its simple heartbeat Music is diverse in nature A perpetual jungle rhythm An orchestrated symphony Or an oceans’ psaltery interlude. The cymbalist A flutist A percussionist Or vocalist They all possess overtures The very enamored melodies The harmonies of the ancients The misunderstood contemporaries Gregorian Chants Augmented minors Decrescendos Cadenza or Canon From banjos to bagpipes Ballad to Opera Baritone to Tenor Bass to Soprano O, music is an anomaly Though it has rules, They are allowed to be broken In respect for an authors expression Melodic preference prevails The young, the old, The mid life, the teen, All have their favorite of piece. Jazz, Blues Classical, Latino Some inspired, others aspiring Some definitely left to be acquired A world without music Will never be It is the rhythm of creation The song He sings over me God’s ultimate conception To calm the baby and the beast Its intricate design Played out for eternity We are the music of tomorrow We are the tune of present day A life song giving glory To the Ancient of Days. We are His drumbeat walking bravely In harmony and liberty We’re the call of His redemption The song that sets the captive free! We are a living orchestration In which members are being gathered So that we may sing His highest praise As an army who can’t be wavered. For when He comes the trumpet will sound And His music will fill the firmament And no matter what genre you possess The Maestro will be in charge of it! He is the ultimate composer The articulator of each note We are simply a branch, a stanza, Bowing in honor of His ultimate solo. His solo was a song, so sad and sweet Upon a cross one very dark day So that we might understand His love for us And comprehend His intonations and ways. My music is my life of surrender Given to the One who is all deserving My song of thanksgiving, the loudest of all To the Music Maker, in whom I am serving!  In Honor of You Lord Jesus …Your servant daughter   Copyright © 2007 All Rights Reserved