Quiet in
Listen
Whispered voices, world over
Are swelling and swirling bed time tales
One note
One brush stroke
If you strain to hear a heart break
You just might find the wholeness of beauty
The dark side of moon
Making things complete
Forks clang like typewriters
The highways lilt lullabies
We’re all telling a story
Most of us unknowingly
Perhaps even unwillingly
Meanwhile the masters
True heroes
The ones who’ve decided
Are mutely leaking their masterpieces
On the walls of space and time
Knowingly
Willingly
Wielding and relinquishing their legacies
For us to stumble upon one dusty
Dried up day
An enigmatic gaze reaching
Framed on the wall
Wrinkled words that used to pass you by
Now calling your name
Just in time
Their creaking, earth trembling strength
Their war cries
Joy cries
Songs of laughter
Wails of grief
Shattering your self doubt
Their blood runs through you
Together we weave
Together we ride these waves
The never ending glory
Of life
The Eye of the Needle 