Life is supposed to be music
But we are the notes
not the listeners
Maybe we are God’s music
Chords being strummed
on some cosmic level
Leftover reverberation
echoing from the Big bang
Does God laugh and dance
as he experiences us?
Maybe there is no experiencing
him, after all,
The music doesn’t experience
the listeners
Darin Milanesio is an editor of The Metaworker and lives in Washington D.C.
