when the next breath you take

could be evermore dire

when it's for your life's sake

to crawl through the barbed wire

out of the frying pan

and into the fire

When frequencies all around us get to singing
We don't hear frequencies
We hear music  
Even if discordant
When frequencies agree
We're blessed to hear the best angels of ourselves
When we hear the harmony
That renders us peaceful
And graced with balance
With Bach, the head translates life's frequencies to the heart
With Coltrane, the heart translates life's frequencies to the head.
We all hear music
No matter what path music may take to be heard.

As the taste of sugar is so sweet
And true love's sight is blind
As the gentle touch when her I meet
And the smells that are entwined
As then I hear my poor heart beat
And wearied senses are refined

my words are wasted spoken

before they part my lips

my words are heard as token

a whimsy left unsipped

the fool who cannot hear me

is trapped inside his thinking

the fool with eyes can't see

through all his clever winking