Yes we are. Music is the food of soul;
We can make the sweetest music whenever we choose to;
But not any more for many,
they look around, the world is too scary;
the music is gone from their hearts,
Where are those big dreams you once had, Oh you big dreamers?
Gone? Sad! But it’s never too late to bring the music back,
dream again, aim for the angels and suddenly, you’re among the stars,
Well, if for you life is long gone,
know this; even without you, the show goes on.
Ode By Arthur O’Shaughnessy (Excerpt).
We are the music makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams; —
World-losers and world-forsakers,
On whom the pale moon gleams:
Yet we are the movers and shakers
Of the world for ever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world’s great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire’s glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song’s measure
Can trample a kingdom down.