LAST CYCLE © 2008
A violin, a piano, and a flute in tune,
What more is needed for the soul to swoon?
The perfect trio in times of distress,
O soul, why do you cry out so much?
The world slumbers, in an ant-like body,
The gaze empty, disbelieving and whole,
No longer bending to the humility of creation,
It has lost the sense to dream and transform.
And the sound that echoes, in this enchanted trio,
Tries to awaken the heart, once aglow.
But silence prevails, like a heavy shroud,
And the soul cries out, in a muffled lament.