distant hands in foreign lands are turning hidden wheels
causing things to come about which no one seems to feel. all invisible from where we stand
the connections come to pass
and though too strange to comprehend
they affect us nonetheless
yes. once again a time of change
oh
the change makes music and the children will dance. see the pieces of the picture rearrange themselves. it feels just like a symphony to me
with nothing left to chance. just look over your shoulder
it's out of you hands it's over for now. leave behind what you can
you can always return. the rhythm remains unbroken
unspoken but loud and clear
it's a slow vibration
migration. mystery muse
how i hunger for an answer
unsung song
how i long to play the changes. hidden rhythm
haven't i always been your dancer?
sacred secrets of the meaning to my dreaming
migration.