Notes dance through my open mind
and out into the world again.
Where is the line between open and raw,
vulnerable and pitiable?
We all live in a prison
To break free
Is to find another
of greater or equal value.
The music I hear is born of
Millions of years of evolution
finely tuned to express itself.
Messengers sing, they have to.
Thousands of years of enlightenment
and still we seek
to escape the pain.
To understand the necessity of infinity.
To hear, dance
the music in our minds.
November 2008
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