Music Maker:

The slave, bound by earthly desires,

Craves for the touch, for passion.

Fetters lock him and bind him,

Yet his soul free and pure,

Longs to be shown.

It struggles pulling and pushing,

Until, the awakening,

The ultimate epiphany,

The ultimate High,

He merges his soul,

Into the air we breathe in,

Into the water we drink,

Into the fire of our hearts,

And into the earth of life.

His blood, music, his body, reawakened,

His heart anew.

Becoming a deity,

Earthen Chains, shatter.

He remerges as music.

He is the music in people's hearts,

In peoples' minds, in peoples' souls,

And reawakens all souls within,

Their earthly constraints,

His breath sets them free,

In to the bliss of Paradise.