AIR CONSUMED WITH GRACE.

An air consumed with impartial grace,

Coming lo... from a warm distant place,

A conduit of light playing a lovely tune,

With only concern for the highest good,

Yet though human...treads through veils

of worlds beyond,

And in, of this world is the giving strong,

For this my gratitude lingers,

From the gift to these hands and fingers,

To receive the tide of vibrations sent...

I count my fortune for that distant lone

lament...

From that special one... unseen whos

Vocation's gladly set and cannot be...spent!