Music.

Dance to a song, deep within your head,
This is a song, a tribute to the dead.
Flowing to the music, they slowly tread,
Upon the horizon of the golden red.

The melody dances, with a smile and a laugh,
Promenading across the bodies that felt its wrath.
The notes walk around, in hand galant staff,
Pointing it at the absurd words, breaking them in half.

Who needs words, when you have a melody?
Triumph gladly as the notes play with glee.
Who needs words, when you have a melody?
You need no words; we'll set them free.

A glorious dance to a song in our head,
Across the music the melody treads,
Breaking words and conquering dead,
Flow with the music; go where you are lead.