Vital Vice

It came upon me, upon my existence, 
Twisting the threads inside of my head; 
So beautifully immense, that in an instant 
It could have reached the heartstrings of the Earth.

Individual vibrating elements 
Assembled in intricate design, 
That enters this mind, and compels 
My every fibre to align.

Truthful words, elegantly made,
That gently bind and pierce
Every fraction of my soul, and name
The greatest of my fears.

Its source, anything but holy.
Its creation, not divine.
Its perfection, still as faulty
As by a mere mortal man.

The embodied source
Of the fairest sound
That has ever been borne
By sweet music’s mouth.

I shall praise its beauty evermore,
And its beauty shall appease my life;
For no other work of art I know
As powerful as thine.