Listen
to the orchestra play in symphony.
Some of us in tune, some on the beat,
some simply add noise.
It may not be harmony, but it’s what we do.
That’s us.

Listen,
to the sound of the hospital.
Doctors, nurses, every individual
in symphony with life and death,
a chance to heal or die.
That’s us.

Listen,
to the bank
the orchestra of money.
Whether good or bad
it’s the difference between life and death,
and that’s us.

Listen,
to the criminal
who sings within us,
steals, murders and enslaves,
because life and death make money.
Not because it’s easy;
evil’s hard as good.
It’s the money
and it’s so hard to be good.

Listen,
we are nothing
without each other,
we are nothing
but love made flesh,
flesh made to love.

We seek to find another
because we want to love ourselves,
and the ache of not loving
is too much to bear, and we drive to love
because good is unbearable without company
and evil is unbearable alone.

If there’s a promise that means everything
it’s this:
there’s no end
no beginning.
I will see you again.
And this time
I will love you
with all the love my heart can give.