1100 Souls

 
Each note is a heartbeat
Each drum is a soul
Where they will go is a matter of fate
And only Juha will know

And on his time working
It’s a spiritual meditation for the man
The primitive art and craftsmanship
Is a mystical journey for a shaman

By some grand design
The universe guides his hand
Even figure, shape and pattern
Has a transcendental plan

Perhaps this is where some paths will cross
As he makes drums for 1100 souls
Those seeking a connection
That only Juha will know