I am listening carefully.
I hear the deep whisper breathing
of the stones;
I hear the singing of the trees and
the great Halleluiah of billions of souls
rasping this mantra to millions of gods.
I can feel the soft rise of the earth
waking each morning,
the ripple across the horizon
as the rise rolls on
and around the globe.
The perfume and stench,
the calm and clatter of this life
has infested my body
and it sounds like music.
Music has me on my knees.
It has broken my heart,
and is wringing the soul out of me.