When language is lost, we need never speak.
Listen, and you will know everything.
I begin so softly, this is my prelude,
Your patient silence a reply.
Building notes on notes, I tell you how I feel.
I need not fear; there can be no misinterpretation,
The song speaks for me, clearly, simply,
I am here, you are there, and we are together.
Keys are pressed, strings are plucked, the chorus reached,
Crescendo soaring, tears pour down my face,
But I am not sad.
All boundaries are conventions,
We will transcend them, together.
I imagine a door,
It will open, for us,
If not here, then in another world,
A dream, a page, a song,
A story we will build.
Listen, you will know me
In every way, I am giving you my whole heart,
It is here, in the magic of the music,
Each note a single drop in the ocean,
Yet, what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?
Inspired by and containing some excerpts from the book, the movie, and the soundtrack to 'Cloud Atlas', and in particular this track :
http://youtu.be/mXttp8_xSHQ
“My life amounts to no more than one drop in a limitless ocean. Yet what is any ocean, but a multitude of drops?"
“Our lives are not our own. From womb to tomb, we are bound to others, past and present, and by each crime and every kindness, we birth our future.”
All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may transcend any convention if only one can first conceive of doing so.”
" If I care to imagine heaven. I would imagine a door opening. And behind it, I would find him there, waiting for me."
― David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas