The maestro unveils a sublime and haunting tune,
Pieced together with passion and precision,
Chanting, he administers to the waiting mass,
Light, God, peace and love,
Light, God, peace and love,
Rhythm and rime painstakingly preserved in folds of time,
Interspersed amongst arcane spells of silence spun in mime,
Releasing a satin white, simmering shape it ascends above,
A pure and pristine message of hope,
An image fashioned by the gentle feathers of a dove,
Light, God, peace and love….
Apprehensive and alone the crowd each gaze above
