Dreaming silent

wandering eyes

measuring softly

heavy sighs as

questions rise..

is this all there is?

From birth to death

we ride the rails

of luminous plans

some bright, some pale…

And when at once

the years have passed,

apparent by the well told tale,

of our lives…

A wake up call

is heard…

from above,

as a refrain,

in our hearts

to sing the same


Pay attention

do not pass,

listen well

it is the name –

of your true calling,

singing a refrain.

Calling, calling

listen now,

all at once

it’s gone

and then…

a faintly heard violin,

raises the chance

to live again.