Mind Music

Alone in this cage of night desperate and reprieved.

Disillusioned by the sounds of the nightly choir. Playing constant melodies in my head.

What do they sing , The night ,the night... the longing for a song of purity and dimension.

Sound calls out its night enchantments

Echoes of ourselves, in the distance .

My old freinds , calling me , through the sounds of the Tenor, that lo mummer of great re-sound.

I will answer the call . physical form alienates me from there true identity . Night bother me more!

My piano is now quiet, yet there is great noise about the air of night.

Let me sleep in gentle silence, in repent of my past afliictions. Night ..Silence! Your throbbing rhythms!

let the mind find some ground of rest .

Good choir, sing your dreams to another wanting dreamer.

Peace, just in distance of embraceing fingers.

Let the Grand choir, of the mysteries behold me , later ,later.. when rest is at hand.

And I am fortified once again with strength and vigor.