Om
Listen to His music
Evolving into the world
Harken to His whisper
In atom’s emptiness
Music is the backbone
Pervading, containing the world -
Flower reunfolding,
Petal after petal.
I’m just a piano
I have the music in my head,
Melodies pouring from my heart,
Full to the brim with my God,
I’m just a piano - play my part.
On goes this music, round and round,
Box full of everlasting sound,
Heart beating to the rhythm of words,
I’m just a box comb, play my chords.
I’m just a vessel, breathe my air,
Breath passes through me, the song’s my fare,
No songless moment’s mine to spare,
I’m just a church vault - raise my prayer
Om and I m just a piano
© Copyright: Зырина Ирина, 2025
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