
To find some order in chaos
To make any sense of loss
To win the battle raging on
To carve a smile from a frown
To be drunk and yet alert
To be an idol while still dirt
To be a shadow and a pool
To be wise and still a fool
To arrive, while in pursuit
To be the emptiness of my flute
To be the music in the silence
And the pause in the dance
To be the ink and the quill
I am silent, I am still