dear Q

can you hear it,
the voice of
that which is
within and
behind everything?
...sometimes...
like a sitar
quiet by the
ganges, plucking
light and weaving
the sound into
a kind of
eternal spring...
....sometimes...
a steady drum,
the heartbeat
holds the space
for a voice
that compliments
the silence,
as if a prayer
to love...and
we are held
there too
and soothed...
however she comes,
music my brother
is the breath
of love and life,
and if we are
lucky we
find ourselves
within her
smile and among the
dolphins that
play in her eyes.