The sound you hear
Mimicking
The knots in your mind
The strings in your heart
But the soul is not yours
Nor the heart
Nor the mind.
Borrow the sound
For it is free to be borrowed
But it must be returned.

So what of it now?
Your knots remained tied
The strings are silent
The soul wants to be played!
What sound does it make?
Sing out your soul
But without words.

You say I must wait
For the music to become clear?
I think not
For the clarity is here
It always was
Needing a pattern
A bar…

Play the words!
Do not say them
For the music says it all
Lay down your mind
Leave it to the sounds
And listen
And you will understand the music!

'Repeat' you say
'Your eyes are not clear'
But you are not listening!

Do not read, but feel
The voice of your fingers
And the voice of the strings
And bring out the sound!

Play the colours!
Untie the knots!
Pluck the strings!

For the music is yours
And yours alone.