posted November 14, 2002 06:12 AM
[to tell the truth, I haven't completed this one as yet -WMA]The song lies hidden, behind what is untrue
The words can be read, but they are out of tune
A discordant wail, a cackle, a screech
Yet imposters extol it with maniacal zeal.
The notes slip at random, they fall apart
Here ground together, there floating on a whim
A tired, loveless whim.
Furious charge of youthful rebellion it is not
Desperate longing of impatient lovers – Pah!
It is a vagrant’s shuffle on a lonesome dusty road
Exhausted by its vigour.
A hidden note stirs, fluttering in the mix
Gently, secretly, quietly, so very quietly
Watching and waiting.
Aeons pass, then patience is rewarded –
There! Just there! In the wake of that banshee scream
An insignificant chord, a mere bit of shrapnel
Alone and forgotten, but shaped as if made
For union with a secret silent note.
The approach is casual, as if by chance
The roaring thunder whirls all equal fast
Yet one moves strangely, against the tide
Guided by an impulse even chaos will oblige.
Two notes brush lightly, they combine, unite
A little drama unnoticed in this bedlam.
A two note harmony, casting about for a third
Aeons need not pass, for the double union navigates
As a yacht with a sail, a bird on two wings,
A man on two legs, a fish beating its tail.
The third note is captured, and so the fourth
A tiny blissful island, lost in a furious sea.
A quiet four-note harmony captures a fifth
A sixth, it grows, it grows
A crystal, a nucleus, a beginning
Lost in a tornado, yet it grows in strength
Guided by secret harmonies,
Moved by forgotten impulses, it seeks to gather,
To join, to form union – to create.
And a secret silent dawn glows dimly in the whirlwind
A light that wished to see itself,
A melody that strained to hear itself
A crystal that hoped to conceive itself
A knowledge that sought to know itself
The desperate longing – to be aware.