Lost in a state of perpetual song,
I spiral more and more out of control.
I open my mouth,
And music pours forth as liquid melodies
Filling the empty space with currents of high pitched angel calls.
The notes rising to the heavens,
And plucking the heart strings of He who provides the voice with which I sing my song.
My passion is my song.
And my life the lyrics used to write my verse.

So, hear my chorus,
As I lose myself further
To the gift behind my lips.
I sink into the abyss that is my craft.
Seeking no refuge,
I surrender to my fate of that neverending state of harmonies and feasting ears.

Without resistance,
I am overcome.

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