In the softness of this current world,

delicate air is wound.

Around the spindle of your realest self renowned,

true softness can be found.

Among the piano in your home is there a sense of down?

Music of redeeming care

found in an orchestra’s chair.

In drooping eyes, and resounding horns,

The plea to be free.

The childhood climbing tree

Known now it’s hallowed be

The softness of past moments

are life’s greatest monuments.