Since I am coming to that holy room,
Where, with your quire of Saints
for evermore, I shall be made you
Music; As I come, I tune the
instrument here at the door.
And what I must do then, think
here before.
Silence and music Ebb and flow: Beauty of bird-song, The silence that follows: Afterglow which warms the heart Sets us yearning For our own soul-song: Journey in silence Take the path of Mystery To the music of your heart.
