Why do we dance
Why do I dance
Steps unseen echo through these walls
Each pluck on these strings
Each naught to behold.
Suspended
Upended
Buried
Heard not
Bleeding hands stain walls as they crumble
and collapse.
Yet beats still strings snap
Through cracks a beat lapse
A whimper in the silence
A drop bled into the sea
An ember burnt black
Stain God's tapestry.
Oh God! God's bled!
Oh God! The calm sea!
Oh God... All these cracks
through these cracks you can see.
Oh God Oh God Oh God
A symphony