My choir director was harsh but
It made him the perfect teacher
By waving a wand, he took folks
Who could sing and he made them singers
I didn't enjoy it that much
But some things that he said really stuck
He said music is sound and silence
Sound and silence
Paid too much for coffee to go
And I wandered the lonely city
I decided that I had grown deaf or
that God just gave up on speaking
It felt like a permanent pause
But I think it was part of the song
One half of the sound and silence
Sound and silence
Head in hands, I have sobbed on a pew
To the sound of an empty church
Where the echo of Sunday's song died
Leaving silence too deep for words
But every beautiful song has a break
Every pause holds a meaningful place
And it sears when the silence begins
But it sings when the choir comes again
Cause music is sound and silence
Sound and silence
