The word is sacred and the pen is sacred.
The paper is sacred.
The graphite is sacred.
The ink is sacred.
The sacred eraser erases the sacred mistakes.
The language is sacred and it created all the other sacred.
As was known to the dusty scribes of Hammurabi.
As was known to the Quetzal feathered priests of the Jaguar God-King of Tikal.
As was written on the ink stained hand of Guido de Arizzo.
The quarter note is sacred.
The longa and the breve are sacred.
The rest is made in sacred silence.
The vibration is sacred,
Sacred pressure waves on my eardrum,
Inspired by the sacred writing on the sacred page.
The staff is sacred.
The double bar line is sacred, a sacred finality.
The images inspired by the sacred word and sound
Are the gift of the sacred,
Given freely all the time without any thought.
To make you free.
To give you thought,
And love,
Pain and sorrow,
Joy amid sadness,
Comfort in loss.