After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.
~ Aldous Huxley
O Mystery, You are life.I feel you all around
You are the fire in my heart, You are the holy sound.
You are all of life.It is to You I sing.
Grant that I may feel You, always in every thing.
You are the fire in my heart, You are the holy sound.
You are all of life.It is to You I sing.
Grant that I may feel You, always in every thing.