I am driving through the night
on the road, alone
with the soft strains of Schumann occupying the space beside me.
The street is empty except for me,
as it is very very late at night,
and the darkness sweeps past the car.
I am wrapped in the piano melody,
and a singularly quiet sense of calm fills me.
The music stirs my soul, and I rush on alone
through the darkness,
the quiet of the stars
and the clear white moon
above, all silent and all asleep.
I can feel life beating within me
all life moving and living about me
in my silent, swift course through the night,
and in the blackness and aloneness there is an unequaled calm
a poignant power that fills
me, and the night,
and the music.
All the world seems right
and all and I