A language with no compulsion
A language for every generation

It touches you, caresses you, it heals you
Makes you think, leaves you with no words
In the moments, it steals you from you

Joy or sorrow, love or separation
There is one, to fetch you emotion

A trip with no beginning to quote
An experience with no end to meet
It has been there like your creed

The chords to hold, the notes to choose from
The harmony from the symphony to go along

Rock to Soul, from Jazz to Pop
And every other Music on the block
It’s been a journey non-stop

From spiritual jig to dancing moves
From its trance to its feisty grooves

Music is the language to be spoken
Music is the language of resolution

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