Existence

Hail, hail the light that pierces the darkness that I love

Salute the hands that first hold me & the eyes that look at me from above

The cold air is greeted by my screams & cries

The dry white room is burning the whites of my eyes

I am held to see & be seen by my matriarch

I am handed & handled by whom I assume is my patriarch

Greetings I send to my tiny friends as I sit alone & see

I look at my tiny hands & feet & cry on final plea

I whistle with my brother, I read with him as well

I get sung to by my mother & dance with silvered bells

Hi, Hi, I greet my wonderful personage & other friends

I love to be solitaire but wouldnąt give them up until the end

I look at my great feet & large hands, my eyes of forest brown

I use my body, soul & mind to create a diapason & other harmonious sound

Yea, I welcome my age as I become it & it becomes me

I am not old enough to know better but old enough to see

My weathered hands with silver rings guide stick to cymbal as it glistens

The pale faces watch, their bodies feel my bass, their ears prone to listen

Salute, I am older again & science is the harp that I play

I travel the orb with my theories of night & day

I go without my friends & family, all on my oddy-knocky: on my own

My loneliness & depravity is the seed I have sewn

Hello, I greet my golden years with weak sight & bright mind

I miss my family, Carolyn, & I have outlived my best allies

I see my shrinking hands & tiny feet I wish I did not see

I sit alone without my friends & cry on final plea

Hi, Hi, I greet the darkness that engulfs me & is all I behold

I wish I was with my friends & not in the dark with the cold

Goodbye, my friends, I leave the cruel world that took my friends & love

I think it may have been different, maybe now, if I had faith in Arcadia above

If I could be with you forever, I would take the chance & sell my soul to be

I sit alone & watch you & cry on final plea

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