Begin the day

With a friendly voice

A companion, unobtrusive

Plays that song that's so elusive

And the magic music makes your morning mood

Off on your way



Hit the open road

There is magic at your fingers

For the Spirit ever lingers

Undemanding contact

In your happy solitude



Invisible airwaves

Crackle with life

Bright antennae bristle

With the energy

Emotional feedback

On a timeless wavelength

Bearing a gift beyond price

Almost free



All this machinery

Making modern music

Can still be open-hearted

Not so coldly charted

It's really just a question

Of your honesty



One likes to believe

In the freedom of music

But glittering prizes

And endless compromises

Shatter the illusion

Of integrity



"For the words of the profits,

Are written on the studio wall,

Concert hall

Echoes with the sounds

Of salesmen."



* Inspired by "The Spirit of Radio" in Toronto, alive and well (so far).