A Walk Outside

Between each Second, there Hides an Hour

  Behind each Thought—a Dimension of Feeling

Between Dream and Reality—an Abeyant World

  The Artist must Conjure and attempt to Persuade.

It's Beyond the extremes of Silences and Noise—

  Outside of the Interstate's Midnight Howl—

Just Before the Fury of that Lucky shooting Star—

  Tangled in the Harmonics of an Oceanic Signal—

Where Instruments are Waiting to be set into Motion—

  And Songs sit Idle, awaiting their Choir—

Where the Arches of Cathedrals are built to withstand

  The extraordinary Light of a Butterfly's Wing—

Where Melodies inaudible to Earthly ears—

  And Ideas too Majestic for any one Mind—

And Rain not keeping a familiar Rhythm—

  But that of a Signature, still yet defined—

All wait for the One—if any—Brave,

  Enough To Venture, Outside of Time.