Could that be?

(Tone Poem #2) 1975

Each day my earth

Spins around on it’s own

that’s just what it’s meant to do

the sun shed light

and the moon fades

Knowingly

Wisely

Trees seem to know

when it’s time to let go

they shed their leaves knowingly

then comes winters chill

and they patiently wait for spring

Waiting

How do they know?

Have they some guiding force

teaching them

where to go?

what to do?

Do you think this force guides me?

Could that be?

All melodies

tend to rise and to fall

they just flow naturally

There may be surprise

but they quickly regain their repose

Heaven Knows

How to let go.

cCan I trust that some great force

will teach me were to go?

What to do?

Do you think this force will guide me?

Could that be?