I hear the music…
The music that has been created,
The music that already lives…that breathes.
So, what music is there left to birth?
What lilting melody or strong march
May I breathe my being into
When,
It seems,
Every idea, every melody, every note
Belongs to someone?
I look inside myself and question the music that dwells within me.
I question that lone melody that plays…
And plays, in my head.
In questioning those few notes,
That solitary melody,
That single line of uniqueness,
I question my being.
And it is then at that moment,
That pivotal moment,
That I realize that no one,
No one,
Is me.
Kara
yumenome
