Beyond the Gateway: For his name is Music

 

Beyond the Gateway: For his name is Music.

Ascending path of more than gravel and stone,

A path of note and string,

A path of pure and potent sound,

We hear it when he sings.

When he sings of trees in blossom,

and of lovers gathered there,
When he strums an image before him weaving magic in the air.
He'll be sad song when times are tragic. 

A lullaby when we need it. 

For his name is Music;

 

The last spirit of true magic.