Would you triumph if you heard heaven sing
In a soundtrack behind your scene?
If you could hear that moving song within your head
Or a gentle underscore every time you bled?
If you heard an orchestra urging you along
As it does for other heroes unheroic before the song-
A loud crescendo of majestic chords that wrings
Untapped strength from underdog, mum, or kings?
Would you be able to triumph too
Hearing a song of heaven sung for you?
“Their savage eyes turned to a modest gaze
By the sweet power of music…
The man that hath no music in himself
Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds
Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils.”