With These Strings

We are always 

In motion; though 

It is not always 

For us to see. 

We sense 

The vibrations, 

Hear the hum, 

Feel the stirring,

And can’t help but

Breathe in

A constant, steady rhythm

With these strings.

For it is in

The pull and release,

The tension unleashed,

That everything possible

And everything dreamed

Can exist.  This

Chorus of voices,

It sometimes whispers sweetly,

Giggles loudly, or laments inconsolably

To me.

Now is the time

To ask our selves:

How has it felt

All of these years,

Waiting,

Wishing,

Wasting?

Because there is

No better gift

To receive than

This moment,

This movement,

This chance

To be.