You, and I, and everything
are the dancing echoes of a string;
within this space of sacred sound
all harmonies, when sought, are found
where dissonance can find a way
to grace the melodies we play,
the pepper in the pot to spice
this swirling recipe of life.
Follow the music.

For I am yours and you are mine
and we are ours in the divine;
as moon reflects the light of sun,
we mirror back what makes us one;
the aspect of a greater grace
which shines in every human face;
each one of us to play a part
in that symphonic work of art.
Follow the music.

By singing, playing out our gifts,
with varied rhythms, rhymes and riffs,
our voices blend to make or brake,
through this harmonic give and take;
joy might be ours, and not alone,
when sharing songs that bring us home
to root, to branch, to leaf, to tree;
an everlasting family.
Follow the music.

#29

Copyright 2025 M. Ryan Taylor

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Note: Oh my heck! This one just started with the idea that all matter is made up of strings, aka ‘string theory,’ which though problematic and requiring at least 10 dimensions … is still a beautiful thought. From there, writing this was just not easy. I was trying to come up with a unifying closing stanza to sum up, but it was just so heavy handed I had to axe it. It wasn’t until I did an image search to go with posting the song that I stumbled upon the refrain that now tags the end of each stanza, “Follow the music.”

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