My soul is made of music My soul is made of light My soul is made of endlessness Of little bits and bytes My soul is made of nothingness My soul has felt the bite My soul is made of trust And gas and dust My soul is ripe My soul is elastic crystalline Caught in a limitless cascade My soul is made of galaxies Of Rhythms And rAdIo wAvEs My soul is built from feathers That float in time together A song that sings forever Caressing the unknown My soul is made of coils Thrust from history unspoiled Bones and skin with riddles for hair Blooming from the soil Of terror and despair My soul is made of flowers And pianos and of prisms My soul may not exist Without another soul to Listen I am a musician. My soul is made of sugar barrels My soul is made of danger Vast Lagoons and waiting rooms Of Tattered tombs and strangers My soul is made of the people who fought My soul is made of the love I've been taught Through centuries of murder and polka dots My soul is the sum of the struggle And When notes cannot even tear The fabric of some vacant stare My soul steals liquid from the air Embroiled in the maze Liquified and re-arranged I am that which lives uncaged Trickling rain that falls forever Woven static Deeply Crazed At the mercy of the rhyme My soul is nothing but the formlessness of time One day my body gone Will vanish and only song will dangle in your ear When a melody comes near Miraculous and clear To dance you toward the dawn Where the music never ends And what is Is what we've become.