Musicity from Lips, Fingers

 

Humans bray so many voices:

Hard talks and linguistic vocal chords,

Music but is His voice,

The sound organised

In melody, harmony, rhythm,

Fingers when touch string,

Banjo, violin, viola, harp,

Vibrate all with tones sequenced,

Lips when protrude and puff,

Clarinet, cornet, horn, tuba,

Wind changes to divine pitch,

Or be it thumping fingers

Upon cymbals, drums,

Or harmony from harmonium,

Music speaks language one,

Cultural relativity binds it not,

Thus folk and music classical,

Music gets itself done,

Involuntarily they sway to it,

The aborigines and the civilized,

Pious, pure, lyricisd moments those,

Leave they tension theirs’

In divine one of the strings;

Blow their passions inside

The Godly air escaping;

And beat out fists, fingers

Upon those surfaces musical.