Life is
 a simple
 haunting melody
 plucked
 on God's
 monochord.
 And then come the chords,
 and the dissonances.

 In some songs
 in some poems
 in some paintings
 and sculptures,
 in sunsets
 rainbows and storms,
 at breathtaking
 loving moments,
 the echoes
 resound on the soul,
 and hold us
 transfixed
 in timeless wonder.

 As the light
 calls the moths,
 as honey
 the bees,
 the  yearning
 for that single minded
 magic tone
 calls forth lives
 again, and again
 and again.