after the lasses have retired for the night
and after the village rascals have gone too
you can hear the sounds of silence ebbing

after the shimmering silvery moon has risen
and after the shy stars have twinkled their best
you can see  articulate shapes dance the night away

after the village dogs have stopped their yelping
and after the hyenas have begun their mirthless laughs
you can feel the fingers of fear clutch at your timid heart

after the moonlight reveries have receded everywhere
and after all the good people of this world have shut their doors
you can be silent witnesses to a dance of the shadows

after the morning star has begun to beckon from its perch
and after some of the dancing shapes have thinned out
there's a place in your heart where the memories never fade

this empty arena where the maestros showed their mettle
and these hollow hills that echoed their rustic music
are all that's left after the silhouettes dissipate and are gone

in stupefied wonder i ask: is life but a walking, dancing mist
and the sightless but visioned shadows leer at me in sordid glee
they say life has always been this heaving and howling

We are none truly alone,
I've written of this before
I shall write of our souls
And the invisible chains, once more

We are all connected,
By these universal chains
From the beggar on the corner,
To the broker squandering gains

We are seven billion shades,
Different shades of the same hue
From me here in my mountains,
Across the earth to you

Whether you're a dancer,
Stepping to a tune
Or a night fisherman,
Gathering food, under the moon

These universal chains,
They bind us each together
That's what the universe wanted,
And so it is forever

Each time you defame,
Your fellow human across the way
You're defaming part of yourself,
So be careful what you say

This is how its been since the beginning
This is how it is until the end
Be kind to each other,
Remember we're all akin