In a world where the worldview is obvious,

Subversion occurs above ground,

Where lyrics slowly erode the canyons 

Of open ended denigration.

Music flows through the streets of the marketplace,

Where conservative fish cutters hum

The tunes of songs they think they know,

But the PiedPiper carries them away,

Where the people live and eat and play

And do something as radical as accepting one another,

Living their everyday lives two inches above the ground.

There is always music of the spheres

For those who hear it,

And unlike the tree that falls in the forest

And no one’s there

The spirit of the cosmos whirling

Makes its harmonic sounds

Whether anyone chooses to listen or not,

And love abounds,

Whether or not the words are said.

-jenn