A handful of dust, a worthless piece of claynAnd you breathed the breath of HeavennThen there was a soul, the heart, the hands, the voicenThat could sing of your perfectionnnLife is a symphonynThat only you can playnYou know I can hear itnThrough the madness everydaynnVirtuoso, virtuosonThis heart is Your instrumentnAnd this life is Your songnVirtuosonnThere isn't a note of mediocritynIn all of your creation and all of the beautynWe create with human hands is only imitationnThunder crashes, waves crescendo on the sandnThe wind that's whispering can only be Your handnnVirtuoso, virtuosonThis heart is Your instrumentnAnd this life is Your songnVirtuosonnA timeless melody of beauty and emotionnPerfect harmony inspiring true devotionnNo one else can play its chords so graceful yet, so strongnYou made the instrument and wrote the song, virtuosonnVirtuoso, virtuosonThis heart is Your instrumentnAnd this life is Your songnVirtuosonnVirtuoso, virtuosonThis heart is Your instrumentnAnd this life is Your songnVirtuoso