There’s a heaven
With infinite notes
Which exists in tones
Never fathomed
By the men whose ears
Remain stifled
Under sounds of woe
Living brings

Through relief unheard
Playing hell
As repeated sins
Screaming loudly
Over words unsung
Deep within them
Dearly missed
But silently there

Making hardened hearts
Get too soft
When believing faith
Is that music
Nearing paradise touched
Softly settled
Still inside their souls
Swaying low

Letting lullabies sit
On those dreams
And memories dance
For such worship
Being liturgies crooned
From expressing
How truths lay close
Just beneath

Until instruments
Harmonize stars
Little shards of God
Pieced together
If kaleidoscopes far
Regain focus
Bringing peace
Against what resists

Seeing colorful hymns
Along paths
Where strains of love
Bleed such colors
Only known through doors
Rarely opened
After men like Phil
Strum that bass.

• J. Pigno