Everywhere are clocks:
Timers turn leaves,
Tell birds to take off,
Fish to return home,
Shift scenery in the night sky.
Lions and fish, crabs and virgins
Move to the music of the moon,
As we, too, dance to symphonies
Unheard. The year is a melody.
We sing our lives in harmony
With singers invisible, magical,
Fellow musicians whom we love
But do not know.
The air is alive with chimes
Which summon us to celebrations
At which we feast on tears.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.