In order of things you need
Realms inside the plams of hands
Lies a story of thieves
Aristocratic cryptic
Waving hands
To just decive
And ever blowing
Sheet
Leave no visual
To conceive
Problems always probable
And things will always repete
Unless we change the
Way we think
Poignant when we speak
Our minds internal
Still search and wish to seek
For hidden answers
That no human mouth can teach
Melody in music form
To bring the world together
To a place of peace
Not every man is one
Nor None of the other
Each and every one of us
Connected to our lover
Connected to the earth
Life is giving birth
Feeling music
BEFORE
We are even specking
Our hearts pumping
Beating
Drums they Bang outloud
The piano the supspence
You feel at your first fall down
The earphone for the tone
You slowly groaned
The guitar for the first time
you with your someone
Making love in a car
The stars are what we look at
Because that is what we are.
