The Birth of Music

Twang, Twang, Twang.
Ba-boom, Ba-boom, Ba-boom,
Twang, Twang, Twang,
Ratatatatatata!

The earth.
She groans.
She sighs.

Bang, bash, Bang, bash.
Clang, boo-hoo, boo-hoo.
Crackle, crackle, ding;
Fizz.

The sun.
He lives.
He dies.

Tick? Tap! Tick? Tap!
Whir, whir, whir.
Twang! Tweet? Twang! Tweet?
Zip, Zap, Zoom!

And so the song begins.
A melody of chords.
The trees will move,
And the courts will bow,

But shall they hear at all?

Force.

Strong enough to listen.
Even to the weak of will.
But who shall sing a hymn,
That can redeem anyone at all?

And so the song begins,
A constant chorus chirp.
The stars will soar,
And the grass will rot,

But shall they hear at all?

Peace.

Tidy enough to want.
Only to one and all.
But who shall sign the contract?
That kills our violent call?

And so the song begins,
A bellows bloated bawl.
The winds will scream,
And the mental see,

But shall they hear at all?

But shall they hear at all?

Ta-ting, Ta-ting, Ta-ting.
Ratatatatatata!
Thump, thwack, thwomp.
Ba-bing, Ba-bing, Ba-bing!