These lines really spoke to me of swelling strains of a majestic orchestra of life:

feel the caress of light
in the cave of the love song
labyrinth of music not made,
amazed by the rhythm of the wings
Thin strings of mysterious lyres
that tunes the wind with long nails.
penetrating through infinite paths
of silence, at the beginning.
Attentive to the message of the earth
and the perfume of bittersweet stars
of wakefulness.
Uniting everything
with the astonishment
of feeling
inevitable
and primal.

(I commented on your original post too)