Word Song

To be free, live in both worlds.
Sing the names of places and things,
but know their ethereal nature, too.
At times, use a conventional tone,
Live what is given you. Not the dream twice removed.

Silent songs play before and after each state.
Hum the name your mother gave you.
And a hundred others along the way.
Notice a smile tugging at the corners.

To be free, live in both worlds.
Respond to a downy feather under a name.
This is what you can never quite know.
A name is a single note,
In a sonata playing in no time.

To be free, live in both worlds.
Let the words fall out of your mouth.
Let the end take care of itself.
Meaning, is like a drum. Loud now.
But just as a whisper will be, faded.
Keep your heart in the aerial view.