Rhythm of the universe

Stars lay on the midnight page
Staccato image pulsating
To the silence of
The solitary soul
Who hears
The rhythm of the universe,
The underlying bass throb
Of life joins
Winds that blow through like gentle flutes
Serenade moving along with
The song of feathers
Shaking off the rain
Tap tap tap
Keeping the beat
On the window pane
Sliding down unheard.
We speak in hushed tones
At this concert of everyday life
Reading the program that lies empty
Never knowing what will come next.
The crash of lightning like drums,
The brass of horns at cars moving by,
The peace of a piano concerto
Like trickling creeks
Flowing endlessly beyond view?
Set down the paper to join in song
With words only we hear
That keep pace
With the steadying beat
Of a heart alive.

Image: Song of Songs IV by Marc Chagall