The Music

The music, the music! It falls from the sky!
Into a hardened heart of mine.
A love so deep the rock has cracked,
Perhaps by something left to lack;
But the music plays there still,
Enchanting those who listens will;
Whatever souls come for a drink,
They fail to realize how they think,
The music wakes them up somehow,
The freedom of themselves allow;
And yet bring along a thing
That about it they'll forever sing.
Savior, Savior! Come to me now,
It matters not what means, nor how!
Just free me of this wretched world!
The riches of your own unfurled...
I want to taste that music.