From one instrument to another,

The thought is still the same,

The hunger to entertain.

I hear the beat of life,

From music where it will be,

A place only some see.

A place where nature is true,

Music is at one with us,

More than the bees that buzz.

I hear the bells that ring,

Are they different to any other?

A bird with its sinning mother.

To different places in the world I will travel,

But one thing that does follow,

Music that’s always changing.