Aoide, Goddess of Song | The Aaron Clift Experiment

Awake, Aoide, it’s time to write
My mind is running wild
I’ve packed the soil, the sun will rise,
but I toil in an empty field

Pages ache for the maker’s seeds,
and you are my rainfall to feed them
If you bring your water
I’ll have many songs to yield

Without your whispers bringing words to my lips,
I’m a grain chasing the wind
Inspire me, help me begin
Plant your roots deep in my mind

Pages ache for the maker’s seeds,
and you are my rainfall to feed them
So bring your water,
we have songs to create,
and then I’ll sing your praise

Aoide, Goddess of Song,
I loyally serve you
Tune needs a creator
Creator needs a muse

Aoide, you’re my melody,
sound that resonates in the void
Choose my words, be my voice
Set my music free

As clouds race across the sky,
your water brings my field to life
Lyrics spring up like stalks that grow strong
Music blooms to a song

I sing in the meadow
Sing on the mountain
Sing in the valley below

Sing in the meadow
Sing on the mountain
Sing in the valley below

I sing your praise with all the notes that I sow
With you, everything grows!

Aoide, Goddess of Song,
I loyally serve you
Tune needs a creator
Creator needs a muse

Aoide, you’re my melody,
sound that resonates in the void
Choose my words, be my voice
Set my music free