Don’t worry about saving this music, or be scared if the singing ends, or the piano breaks a string
...for we have fallen to a place where everything is
music and singing
everything is recovered and new, ever new and musical
and even if the whole world’s harp should burn up, there would still be hidden there the spirit of song, there to linger on...and even if a candle’s blown out by wind the fire smolders on in an ember
and then sparks again
the singing is a drop, just a drop in oceans of seas
...grace keeps it moving through bodies like these
