A flash of an insight was born in the mind, A map that the thought drew with nowhere to land. Without the warm spark leaving shadows behind, It drifts like a whisper across the dry sand. Desire dispersed in a haze far away, A seed left asleep with no blossom in sight. If heart doesn't hold what the hands cannot shape, Time washes away all the dreams of the night. Intent without root, with no shelter or soul, Is lost in the ether, too weightless to beat. A lingering echo that never feels whole, A ghost on the ocean that fades in retreat. For life to awaken and dreams to take flight, Give form to the fire you carry inside. The world of abstraction is hollow and cold, No harvest is gathered where nothing was sown. A quiet ideal is just dust turning old, If action and purpose are left on their own. It’s time to bring down what was hanging in space, And ground every truth in the soil we tread. To carve in reality beauty and grace, And breathe living breath into all that was said. A trace in the wind quickly fading away... A glimpse in the dark that dissolves in the blue... [Building tension with piano and percussion] Yet once the hand moves and intent turns to clay, The mind and the world become whole, clear, and true! Intent without root, with no shelter or soul, Is lost in the ether, too weightless to beat. A lingering echo that never feels whole, A ghost on the ocean that fades in retreat. For life to awaken and dreams to take flight, Give form to the fire you carry inside! Don't let what is sacred dissolve in the air... Give shape, give a home to the feeling you bear.
