How it is

I find it hard at times to understand...

How the music fades into the sunset
How the clouds burst in unrest
How the laughter lingers still

How the ground gives up
To the harvester a full cup
How just going through the motions
Can be more than overkill

Most of all I find it hard to understand
How it truly is that the music writes the band

And in the silence wonder still...

How the movement foreshadows
The Chaos that follows
How the air we breathe
Turns to liquid in the lungs

How the skyscrapers manage
To paint a lovely garden
How the smallest thing
Can make an old man feel young

But most of all I find it difficult to understand
How it happens that the music writes the man