What would the world be like if we, like birds,
Preferred to sing, not utter words?
Played instead of typed on keys
Spoke not sentences but melodies.
Banged a drum or blew a horn
So in rage, swords not be drawn.
Bereft of music all language fails
But on string or wind somehow prevails.
Our muted sorrows in phrase concealed
Now in concert to all revealed.
No more vying for supremacy
Discordant voices back to harmony.
Constant Voice 