Music helps me to survive,
To stay fit and still alive
In the abyss of the outer space,
Where human race is cast
As cosmic gas and dust.
From which all galaxies and stars
Appeared in the pre-human past,
When God invented space for us.
A man is a microcosm,
A reflection of the universe.
Because the world is just a verse.
We hope for the better
In spite of all defeats and lies.
Where flies the letter
Of our prayers and appeals?
Who deals with our fate
And why is this force so late?
When we really need
Some help against cruelty and greed …
Retribution only in the hell or paradise?
No, I want to see it now with my own eyes.
Music revives my soul after years of fight
For higher goals far away from sunny light.
Now no one can tell, was it an illusion,
A daydream, or a real threat of alien intrusion.
I’ve done my best and now can rest
At home for away from the outer dark.
But I’m not so tired to retire
So as a spark I want to start here a fire.
God used esthetic forms and measures
In creation for His own pleasure.
Now we at leisure study the golden proportion
In art and nature to overcome distortion.
Music is the salvation of the civilization.