When I was young I listened only to the song of the one bird that I loved. all my energy was spent on losing myself to its music. so inclined I was towards it, so attuned, that it was near impossible for me to hear any other sound, and that gap between near and complete impossibility was filled with determined resolve to not be swayed. then silence came for a while and in my mind its darkness and loneliness steered me into emptiness. and it is there, in the surrender to emptiness, that I began to hear. softly at first but slowly more clearly and more abundantly. and the music was colour and texture and life. sounds were scented and shook the ground. they tore apart the clouds, embraced the soul and crumbled my narrowness so that now I hear the noise of songs all around. the conflict and joys, the dull and profound. I am in a maze, not lost yet unfound, knowing there is still a journey, knowing that all has a purpose and that, everything in the mix, will bare destiny’s ultimate goal.