Your spirit is the consequence of the energy you create.
Music is the end result of love rejecting hate.
Whether harmonies ring in your ear, or discord overtakes,
The composer's time signature stills the water of our lakes.

However deep or shallow, however clear or blue,
no matter if a murky mud distorts its purest hue,
It is the grandness of existence that the universe reveals,
Be it a star or a ladybug, the composer never steals.

Nothing is denied to us, even understanding has been shared.
We were designed with supreme ability and our souls have all been spared.
The only thing meandering is appreciation for this gift,
To inspire our mortal bodies to prepare for the shift.

When we give that which is given in kind-
Absolution is what we find.