I sit and tap the membrane of time

Insistent that I must know and be known

Convinced that there are answers I must be shown

Sometimes the veil parts and my eyes burn with tears which wash away the blinding smuts of the world of illusions and for awhile I see that there is a rhythm to which all things vibrate

And yet

I still grieve the smallness in myself, in others. More so the smallness in those who would be great

I reciveve and transmit the tones that pulse through the spheres

Realizing that although Creation be a million galaxies long, it's still

A uni-verse

An interconnected song

My life is my song and my instrument

At times I play in harmony, at others in an atonal melody

Sometimes the chorus rings clear, I am embraced by the symphony

Other times I hear only my own desolate notes

Blowing across glaciers of solitude

Hope all but escapes me, I am convinced that I am entering eternal night

Then

I feel warmth on my shoulder, and see a gleam in the eastern sky