A distant memory

A fog from long ago

A wholeness

A knowledge

An angel of music

Infinite wisdom

Understanding that I can no longer grasp

But the memory remains

In every note I breathe

The longing to return to that collective consciousness

A vision between sleeping and waking

Building up in my finite form

Without the scope to fully comprehend

Or express

But from all my imperfect attempts to reach this beauty

Comes the music of my soul

And that is enough