The Silent Songs

Even in my madness,
I hear the songs You sing to me,
All this music in my head,
Notes I want to set free.

I cannot write the tunes,
That bellow in my soul,
Nor can I play the instruments,
But all of this You know.

Joy bubbles up,
In the day and in the night,
With all this sweet anthems,
Makes my love for You ignites.