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

are one.