What would your life be like without music?

The Language of Our Souls

In the stillness of the night, it calls,
A melody that echoes through the walls,
More than words our lips can find,
Music speaks the heart, the mind.

With every note, a story told,
In whispered tunes or rhythms bold,
No need for voice, no need for sound,
The soul in music is unbound.

A language older than the sun,
It weaves the hearts of everyone,
In joy or sorrow, hope or pain,
The music brings us home again.

For in each beat, we’re made complete,
A silent voice, so soft, so sweet,
When words fall short, when silence grows,
Music is the language of our souls.

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