the inner ear

another music fills the waiting space
all that we hear is taken into sound
we feel the warm vibration of the ground
the air is filled with power and with grace
the origins are powers we cannot trace
echoes from the distant hills rebound
a kind of glory fills up the surround
music and sight unite in grand embrace
an element that keeps us in a trance
but does not keep us from our truest goal
inhabits all the treasures we may find
this part of life emerges as a dance
involving all the body heart and soul
and all the magic sits within the mind