syzygy

Some searches yield nothing and
in nothing is found an incognito
entity, something that fuels a further
quest, a quest to have a peek at
everything

For me, I search music to attain
a peaceful bearing in times when
peace is as rare as pure silence and
in my search, I find certain music
unique

Trapped in the staccato breaths of
the instrument and released happily
into the space around my perception,
those sounds make me sway like a
feather

In that moment, when a trance owns
me, my search is complete and I want
nothing else; my needs, wants, demands
are in syzygy and as birds flap their
wings in the imaginary sky of my windy
breath, my mind twitches merrily to the
soft, succinctly articulated notes of the
beast