THE VOICE-for musicians

An echo resonating thro the veils of ethnicity
a rhythm rendering to quake, the feet of Napoleon
melodies serenading the staunchest of hearts
a sight radiant even for sore eyes

a surge from the depth of the soul
a fountain of lust and passion
a vortex of raging conflict
a river of incumbered desires

we seek it like a plague
fused in our subconscious, it screams
the primal evil we are
the beast lounging in our souls

but we must awake to light
the beauty of originality
passion void of lust
love too large for conditions

for then like a blare
our reality surges
breaking the bounds of status quo
and reaching yond the stars

to dynasties untold...
the voice of love
the voice of real art
where time tells the tale