When we awake harp and lyre,
We are keen to strike the notes sweetest
When we sing in our voice,
We wish to sing with full-throated ease
Our mortality slips into immortality,
As our notes settle in the skies
When we sing or strike the last note,
We embrace silence, get merged with the Universes
A blessed soul gets joyfully surprised:
yes, even silences sing
Passion gets dissolved in an ocean of compassion
Waves subside, peace presides
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We wish to sing with full-throated ease but our mortality slips into immortality and such case provokes thought. Songs in silence we hear and get motivation towards God. He is ocean of compassion and we get real joy from him. Brilliant sharing is done here.10