Where The Music Comes From

I want to be where the music comes from

Where the clock stops, where it's now

I want to be with the friends around me

Who have found me, who show me how

I want to sing to the early morning

See the sunlight melt the snow

And oh, I want to grow

I want to wake to the living spirit

Here inside me, where it lies

I want to listen till I can hear it

Let it guide me and realize

That I can go with the flow unending

That is bending, that is real

And oh, I want to feel

I want to walk in the earthly garden

Far from cities, far from fear

I want to talk to the growing garden

To the divas, to the deer

And to be one with the river flowing

Breezes blowing, skies above

And oh, I want to know