What am I? I am a silent song, an empty dance.
I am a tuneless melody, a shapeless form, a lifeless tree.
What can grow from me? My heart is stone; my blood is ice.
What can come from me? My eyes are dim, my pulse is slow.
Only you can light me, only you can breathe me into hopeful song, into joyful dance.
You are the song I sing; you are the lifeblood flowing. You are the shaping hand; you are the notes and harmony.
Burn me with your flames, make me clean as snow; spark a life in me, beat my heart to pound.
You are the one I love, you are the one I’ve found; you are the song I sing; you are the music I dance to.
Breathe you into me, make me live your love. Draw me close to you, be the pulse, the beat.
You are all I want; make me want you more.
Give your love to me so I may love you, too.