I Am An Instrument

I am an instrument
A timbre of my voice flies with the winds of heaven
I belong to one who's more than a musician

He's an artist
I live to be his pleasure
I do not flee from him when he comes to me
For his instruments are not sufficient in themselves
They're cold and lifeless without the touch of hands and mind
The artist holds myself tenderly in his hands

First, he touches the strings of my heart
To find if they're in tune with the universe
Then suddenly vibrant thoughts strikes the air
And music from the world of time and space
Is born



Credits
Writer(s): Sun Ra
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link