this is the song that never ends.
musicians are a strange brand
of mystics whose orchestration
permits access to that song which
has been sung by all humanity
since time (signature) began.
the limited catalogue of chords
and my underdeveloped ability
to carry a tune in a bucket make
this quality of musicality to be
of particular interest to me.
what is the space created between
musical instruments but that which
is filled by the spirit of God? in the
song we play, what part do we find
ourselves? are we continually singing
the chorus, or is it finally the bridge?
is this verse spoken by lover enthralled,
or is it a cry to the Beloved?
what is this song about, in the end,
and what is the coda we hope for?
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