Old One
Old One who heard me in the night
Do you see me now with angel eyes
Trying to capture the ancient sounds
You gave for all to hear?
Only a few land in my grasp.
I cut and splice the vibrating bits
Arrange my order of things not seen
And lay the fragments of shadows down.
I hear them now with smiles and tears
Precious notes of grace and harmony.
Jay Moore
15 March 2005