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