Listen please if your ears can hear, Or if your eyes can see this; You are fortunate. You might not hear it if you don’t listen A music heard only by seeking the quiet The highway white noise The river’s whispers Oh the sound! Listen for it in the machines everywhere. And in the static of wild places Today it is constant, drone and staccato Tonight will be wind and the sound of shadow Carries all voices, purposeful and noiseless This is the music made for the music makers. It doesn’t exist, and it does exist too. Do not forget we are the takers. That’s all of us, that’s also you. Music is as old as the click of teeth, So leave aside the side eye Beware the snapping jaws of belief Odds are gods are not like you or I Or to say it this way, artlessly Printed money and printed bibles Are false idols To prey upon the vain and idle Who ask for answers but seek not questions So listen for silence Pray for more questions And remember, the sun never rises and sets It’s just that we are spinning. If you still need answers answer me this: How can you trust the ground beneath your feet Not to shift and slide out into the sea? You may want to run, but don’t run from me.