Take me in your arms and hold me close
Close your eye and play a single note
Listen close past the tone,
And you’ll hear of me
I was born in death and struggled for light
Slowly at first but as the winters passed
Quickly I grew, never alone
In those days I was a tree
Sea born winds and brisk winter nights
Warm summer days and rain delights
Formed me into what I was
And are now part of what I am
Another death and violently torn
I was never to see another winter’s morn
Sawn asunder and into such heat
What was required my fate to meet
Gentle hands though course their labor
Shaped, smoothed and formed me
What magnificence the crafting art
Though made of wood now have a heart
Oh, not the kind that pumps mere blood
But the kind that stirs the soul
Listen now as you play that note
As the tone fades, if you listen close
You’ll hear the sea breeze and the warm summer sun
I give to you
my soul