| If I was a song, My tune would always change. As instruments collide with words, The noise would seem so strange. But close your eyes and listen, And soon you’ll start to hear, That this ever-changing melody Is more than meets the ear. If I was a painting, My strokes would twist and turn. My frame would be a threshold For the door to other worlds. My colors rich in darkness, My contrast day and night, You look beneath the paint And see there’s more to it than sight. If I was a story, My tale would tell a lie. You’d have to read in darkness To see the reason why. Look beneath the letters, Look beneath the words. And find an ever-changing mystery That comes from other worlds. |