Music, the intoxicating smiles of beauty, mesmerizes my soul as it begins to climb into infinite spaces where dreams take me to. It is like the sweet language of my beloved that sends me to greater heights. It sings to me hymns of a thousand angels with golden harps, and its breath becomes an enchanting poem that fills my heart and plays with my feelings. The intellect is forbidden in the paradise where only the soul can dwell. It alone will grasp the meaning of this mysterious language that comes into my midst. God has given me the ears to see and the heart to hear it. Thank you Lord, weaver of this divine transpiration and for the tears that were shed from it.