Quilting the Poems

Sing with me

Your voice might be off-key
but that's not what matters.
The drums may be mute,
but they are not important.
The trumpet, the casio, the guitar--
let them all remain broken.

Music is something which resides in soul.
When every cell in your body quivers,
music is heard.
When you lose yourself to silence
the music plays.
This music plays inside you--
the music of eternity,
the music of spirit
and music of eternal truth.

Close your eyes and forget all.
Listen carefully.
The rhythm of your heartbeat,
the dance of breath,
and the light behind darkness.
Hear the music of life tonight.