Silent, in the night, they come,
those that cannot finish a thought.

Off to the "Savior" that rips away souls,
there, deep in the southern jungels.

The same jungle that is creeping north
and the climate does not care.

In nightly flights they go ******* clothed
too wound up with backs against back walls

A scream does not proclaim an origin;
did the universe ever find a need?

Bells in the back country, Gregorian rants,
cross-keys rattle at gates of iron bars.

While in the den of overstuffed chairs
oily stains propagate, ashes sit on the mantle.

Rising from the bowels of the beast we hear,
"Miserere mei, Deus", have mercy!

-cec

The audience at first was unsure
the stage group friendly, on tour
there to teach harmony in song
with all in attendance asked along
capable singers in form a cappella
guided the crowd into their mandala
soon the room was at hum
and every person singing as one
as they climed through the scales
a most goosebump feeling prevailed
a wonder was there to behold
as this story lives on as retold

-cec

fingers don't always obey
especially after a laboring day
when one sits down to play
it's best to spread digit array

though stretching tendons resist
bones have final shape and twist
while ignoring a clicking in wrist
no wounder some notes do get missed

at first learning music importuned
and consistent bad habits were pruned
then once the strings are all tuned
one can settle into rhythmic commune

-cec

Interstellar traveling fella
far from your star shine still?
Viewing from on high, this hill
curious about your candela

Rock or eternal rocket engine?
those that sleep eons between
passengers with immortal genes
or another type of life intention

come back, give us a chance
to discover more, and why you dervish dance
maybe your mission could wait
now you must go, we were too late

Into the dark again, changing your path
time for all instants doesn't exist
no need to measure just add to the list
someone, somewhere, did their math

-cec