Muse

When I erode

It’d be lovely to know,

I would still hear an orchestra

As I settle to stillness.

Questionable though,

If vibration can’t help but dance?

So

Could there be chance,

If all souls were a force of energy,

Each humming their own story,

Musing and merging together -

As one infinite symphony?

Wouldn’t that be

Far more spectacular, tuneful and delicate

Than we had ever yet to know?