THE HARP OF EXISTENCE

Playing the harp of existence 

Strumming a new tune each day

Harmonies constructed by what we say

Each action having consequence 

Plucked are the notes that are calm

In recesses formed by a resonant palm

Tinkling meditatively in our quiet moments

A fifth above the third that fades from focus

Each tune bears a story of wide shoulders 

Carrying burdens hastily accumulated 

Weighing on a conscience unknowingly created

To please the surrounding significant others

The bridge plays moments of hidden truth

That moves the song away from verse

A chance enigma with which you converse

In a wild dance on the discovery of youth

Employed in the craft is a change of key 

Baring horizons of impossible to the hesitant

Daring a mind already cast in stoic resistance 

To experiment a change, a pleasant discovery

Routine interspersed with dotted accidentals

Pauses that test the threads of impatience

Burst beneath the monotony of existence 

Like cacti blooming in a desert of restless

The tunes repeated then start making sense

Revealing understanding as we chase

Complexity constructed within each phrase

While playing the harp of existence