answers...

The singer asked a question
that was not in the song, but
whispered between the notes, carried
aloft on a flight of  silence;
then low soft tones raised the
search again, and the moment before
the moment after, when time
made fingers in wind-blown sand.

When the singer asked a question
that was not in the melody, but in a feeling
like falling sands,  to help us understand
that it is the  beautiful dreams -that need us-
to live.
Lost in every breath
is a spent moment, until  found in hope
and gleaming stars that remind
that everything  exists
because we do--painted by the same brush
that thrusts a vast array of galaxies-- we
are in the answers.