The Center's Place

Ten times one, 
They come,
They come,
A thousand times one,
they sing.

With the voices of harpies,
With the words of a language,
Long lost and forgotten,
Words of power,
The language of the heart.

The call is heard,
A chord is struck,
Eternity unravels,
World's spin off their course.

Everything changes,
And the center leaves its place,
For concieved better things.