In the beginning was the Sound The one tone which rang unfound Without end, without change, unbound
A deafening roar but hearing nothing Enveloping all yet holding nothing
No ocean or lake to contain its flow No flowers, no leaves, no trunk to grow No body, no bone, no skin to show
Yet behold the wave that came to roll And hear the tone that came to toll
This moment caught the time which broke A space from the drone which silence smote
Now shimmering in the awesome stillness Now shivering on the shores of consciousness Another note was sounding, singing A melody was resounding, ringing
Separating and thus creating Form was born with passion burning
Filled with song, the universe was breathing And music wrote the worlds to being
