I ask myself who makes music,
The clatter of a beggar or the wealth of the rich.
I ask myself who makes music,
The chirping of the morning bird or the sound of a sedan.
I ask myself who makes music,
The laugh of innocence or the arrogance of maturity.
I ask myself who makes music,
The care of a loved one or the one whom we chase in vain.
Oh! It is time to look back now,
And tune to ourselves and align to HIS will.
Because when I asked myself who makes music,
The voice inside me replied, “YOU DO!”
