The Human Soul

Once, at the wave of his wand

All the billows of musical sound followed his will

As the sea was ruled by the prophet of old

The master of music

Once, at the wave of his wand

All the billows of musical sound followed his will

As the sea was ruled by the prophet of old

Now that his hand is relaxed

And his rod has dropped to the ground

The glory of music endures in the depths of the human soul

The master of music

Now that his hand is relaxed

And his rod has dropped to the ground

The glory of music endures in the depths of the human soul

The master of music