Harmony comes wholly from within, Adding voices to life's melodies. Perhaps at times life sings in minor keys. Praised be those who find the grace therein. Yet love's a counter melody to sin, An inner voice creating harmonies Now spilling round the roots of ravaged trees. Now borne like bliss upon a gentle wind. In us there is a harmony well honed, Voices that for years have sung in tune, Each supporting each through passages Rich with the complexities of life. Sing, then, of the concert hall, a domed Atrium on a golden afternoon, Resonant with musical messages Yielded by the love of man and wife.