Sun Ra Sunday

I AM AN INSTRUMENT

I am an instrument
The timbre of my voice flies with the
Winds of heaven
I belong to one who is more than a
Musician
He is an artist
I live to be his pleasure
I do not flee from him when he
Comes to me
For instruments are not sufficient in
Themselves
They are cold and lifeless without the
Tortured hands and mind
The artist holds myself tenderly in
His hands
First he touches the strings of my heart
Too fine to be in tune with the universe
Then suddenly vibrant thoughts
Strikes there
And music from the world of time
And space is born

-- Sun Ra