I’ll Return

And everything moves in one beautiful dance,
Till everything somehow becomes part of me.
Then the final chord rings,
And at last I can hear my own voice as it truly is: living and creating.
And after it's over, I'll come back again,
But I'll never return quite the same.
Maybe next time I'll come as a poet,
I'll rise to the clouds, I'll write to the sky,
Drop a line to the wind, though it changes its mind,
To the valleys and seas.
I will write what I know, to the storm, of course,