A Heart Without a Song ( a poem)

In the void of space
time does itself erase
fleeting shadows of rank confusion
presenting the past in soft illusion

  A heart without a song
feels the ebbing of the tide
as something lost horizons
unborn theories of Parmenides

  Bare stone covers in sprawling green
wood carved into a hard box’s grip
for sandalwood incense wafts eternity’s shroud
each moment passed on with exorbitant thrift

  Music was heard somewhere fading
beyond time and hills
where nothing is shading
modulated quanta
all and one apart
spiral circles to an empty heart

In the creation Shekinah glow
and Word fountain of space-time to know
the spirit of God, an aesthetic of thine
fills the void of a heart without song.

https://suno.com/song/4c70c784-9ce7-4883-b37c-86d594aa4104?sh=3RE11pEr8xm4HPZu