This Song Has No Words

A tune stands alone
Contemplative and free
Without the burdens
Of any lyrical duties

Her form is flowing
Her soul pulses strong
A secret chime of a mandolin
Outlines her heart's song

A choir of clean strings
They join in step now
Chopping, a slow storm
Brewing, they drum a sound

I watch from beyond
Can't ignore the sound
I feel my pulse quicken
And my feet can't touch the ground

Bells, then a heavenly choir
They climb, they call out above
By her command
With her, a pulsing nerve

Like a wild wind blowing
Channeled through my doors
She whispers a storm
That explodes to a roar

She goes on, and on, and on
She won't let me go
And I don't want anything else
My world was paved in gold

She has no name (she says so)
Her soul bears no words
And she makes not signs
But whirls me enchanted

Oh who are you
What have you done?
Within my universe
You are now my only sun