In a deep place, far inside

A restfulness was disturbed

A small drop created ripples

And those ripples became a current

And that current ran through you

From your heart to your head

And from your head to your heart

And you tasted life, first, second, and third

Somewhere else trumpets sounded

Cries of joy were heard

And all your stops became gos

A small spontaneous spark in the darkness

That’s all it took

Just enough for hope

A quest for the light

And the music begins

~ N.S.