As rhythm is a greater thing than drums
And light is more than any light bulb makes,
Music ineffable within us thrums,
And radiance abounds for its own sake.
We think we’re made of sinew and of bone
And that the center of us all is mind,
But we are more than mere matter alone.
By more than simple meat are we defined.
We are the culmination of our dreams.
We’re ev’ry hour of joy and time of strife,
Connected by much more than what it seems.
Those passed, in memory, still have a life.
What gives us blessed birth, by Heav’n above
Is not our bodies, but transcendent love.