Before the stars before the flame
There was a sound without a name
It sang through void it shaped the sphere
The note that made all being clear
That ancient hymn still hums in you
In every act in all you do
It whispers soft through joy and pain
That life itself’s a holy chain
We are the echo not apart
Of music born within the heart
Each soul a chord the song repeats
Through every tear the rhythm meets
When you breathe or softly sigh
You join the first and final cry
Creation lives in what you sing —
The song before imagining