My music will begin
as the spirit moves from within
with every beat of my heart
like beads on the rosary
with each note
from my fingers not far apart
Music like a prayer
the light of the spirit everywhere
[with every sound I make
as I touch my instrument
a chance of mistake
My music is in the air, It is reaching high
I see the northern lights in the sky
reflected in water nearby
as an appearance of angel in flight
who came to me tonight.
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