Birds of Philosophy

Ascendency of music,

The tragedy of the day,

Must be played.

I must create a world,

Similar to music,

To manifest its’ myth and symbolism.

I must be a child;

Ignorant of what,

Is played with my hands.

I must play out words,

From musics’ mystic depth,

And then, direct them towards the tune I hear.

Searching for the sun today,

Behind this cloud and that.

Outseide, the birds must be acending the music,

Contrasting to the tragedy I recreate.

Melody is singing;

I’m such a time. And accidentally,

They find the sun, while ascending from the “homeless” gardens of poetry to the islands of philosophy.