There is a song that echoes in the soul,
silent swells of melody that crest in foaming chords
or fade to ripple lightly through the mind.

   Set adrift in consciousness like soughing winds
   that play the reeds on distant lakeside marshes,
   timbres merge and blend, reflecting every mood.

      Vague emotions range across a scale of subtle tones
      like deep harmonic waves within the sea,
      silent swells of melody that crest in foaming chords.

Inward temperaments are scored in every mode;
dynamic sounds emerge in sundry measures,
set adrift in consciousness like soughing winds.

   Conceptions fluctuate as psychic tides
   sweep essential overtones of meaning through the void
   like deep harmonic waves within the sea.

         Moments aggregate in streams of cheer and gloom
         till rivers sing their way through astral motions;
         timbres merge and blend, reflecting every mood.

      Dreams irrupt with vital force from black foreboding depths
      as rich divergent strains of vibrant hue
      sweep essential overtones of meaning through the void.

   Indistinct impressions resonate within
   like woodwind solos etched against the moonrise,
   set adrift in consciousness like soughing winds.

      Perceptions cantillate in shifting shades,
      airs that shimmer half concealed or surge into awareness
      as rich divergent strains of vibrant hue.

         Feelings blend like cellos played in midnight woods
         where hidden hills resound their phasing movements;
         timbres merge and blend, reflecting every mood.

Welling up from karmic mists beyond our apprehension,
there is a song that echoes in the soul,
airs that shimmer half concealed or surge into awareness
or fade to ripple lightly through the mind.

   Orphic intuitions pluck the thoughts and guide
   with themes of never-ending transformation—
   set adrift in consciousness like soughing winds,
   timbres merge and blend, reflecting every mood.