I found this "poem" on the back of a Ohau publication a few years back and thought someone might like it. (author unknown)
Servant and master am I: Servant of those dead and master of those living. Through me, spirits immortal speak the message that makes the world weep, and laugh and worship.
I tell the story of Love, the story of Hate, the story that saves and the story that damns. I am the incense upon which prayers float to heaven. I am the smoke that pales over the field of battle where men lie dying with me on their lips.
I am close to the marriage alter, and when the graves open I stand near by. I call the wanderer home, I rescue the soul from the depths, I open the lips of lovers, and through me the dead whisper to the living
One I serve as I serve all; and the king I make my slave as easily as I subject his slave. I speak through the birds in the air, the insects of the field, the crash of waters on rock-ribbed shores, the sighing of the wind in the trees, and I am even heard by the soul that knows me in the clatter of wheels on city streets.
I know no brother, yet all men are my brothers; I am father of the best that is in them, and they are fathers of the best that is in me; I am of them, and they are of me. For I am the instrument of God
I AM MUSIC