The room was quiet

It was silent.

The gown was worn and the tassel turned

And the pictures began to fade by time.

 

The clock led me on, and the learning began

;

 

The road was rough

And the ticking man drove me crazy

So I wrestled with Him till He silenced my voice

Deafened my ears

And blocked the road to the blessings of time.

 

My feeble heart began to beat

It beat and earthquake to life within me

And formed it's being with it's tears,

Threw my knees to the ground

And made me cry "help!"

 

I saw the life of time morphe

In the silence

In the heavens

From the heart of God

;

Within me.

 

It is the music that beats with the pulses of God.

 

Now my knees are strengthened

My ears dance to the song of hope.

The room will never be silenced

Nor the roads blocked,

Because music has become

The keys for my hands.