The Concert

What are things,
We start to see,
If we try to imagine,
All there could be.
 
What are things,
We start to see,
When we feel the world,
In harmony.
 
 The music of many,
When they all take part,
Is played in concert,
But heard in the heart.
 
If we sit and watch,
People that play,
We could see this world,
In a whole new way.
 
The people that play,
Are playing a part,
In a world of music,
As part of an art.
 
Each of them,
Brings to the stage,
A lifetime of learning,
From an early age.
 
Each of them,
Shares who they are,
With all that hear,
Near and far.
 
The music they make,
And the part they play,
Is a way to imagine,
A whole new day.