The message is not found
in the symphony
and flicker of light,
but in the spaces between.
Not each light alone,
nor all lights together
can express
the music within.
And words speak
what words speak,
sounding the surface,
while life whirls past
in the spaces between.
“Drifting through time and space on the face of a little blue ball falling around the sun—one in a million, billion, twinkling lights shining out for no one. Here we are, sparks in the darkness, speaking of our love, burning down forever and forever. And though we are as nothing to the stars that shine above, you are my universe, you are my love. Here we are, like children forever, taking care of one another, while the world goes on without us, all around us.” – James Taylor