Otherland

8/22/2001 4:27 PM
Charles Dum

comfort. silence.   not so- Make it so number 1.

It, sense makes not
It wait must but, for what?
A musician to fill the hours with sounds is paid.
Fill does it or, merely emphasize?
The latter more true it seems though, rungs lift not.

Music to which to dance yet no one to dance with.
Perhaps music by which to let the cares of the world drift?

A lack of acknowledgement to the cacophony of sound
Engulfs the world in a liberational flury of wings
Another world, hidden with the secret- proud.
Reality is by the wayside, with speed it flings towards freed.

hourglass checked again.
not time still.
not made so.
A musician is fired in preference to another.
Still it does not fill- but is better.

One is always in one’s mind.
A partner for the dance of life.

Acknowledgement from the outside world comes!
Wing of silver pierce the cloud’s lining
Another voice warm, pleasing lifts from a tongue
To give release from the mental whining.