Fields of Sound

Amidst rituals of living
We surrender to the beyond
Crossover worshippers swaying
To the hypnotic colors of sound
You’re not here in body
Yet your songs with us remain
Like waves that will not weary
To claim these shores again
Blessed travelers from the fields of sound
You’ve roamed the paradise of the musical legion
Pushing boundaries from the eye of the storm
Baptizing with melody, the sweetest religion
You’re the beautiful notes in a symphony of spirits
The threads in our tapestry of dreams
Where every color blends together
Like the droplets, the oceans, the rivers and streams
We hunger with an appetite whetted
By the fires in your hearts
On your wings, soar unfettered
Feeling whole, just a part