in the beginning
before the first inning
before any sinning
before any grinning
silence awoke aware
questioning, "hu's there?"
from that primal sound
is all that can be found
the octave cycles round
to music we all are bound
the birds they are singing
the trees they are ringing
the cats they are meowing
the wolves they are howling
the cows they are mooing
roosters are cockadoodledoing
an orchestra of tones
rattling through our bones
so dance it up
overflow your cup
enjoy your life on earth
smile and share some mirth
in time we will all go home
with a collective chant of "om"
in between the beat
quiet and noise will meet
the creator will then rest
in the timeless unmanifest
the octave eternally restarts
from god's pulsing heart of hearts
peace,
mikey