Music exists one beat at a time. The heart exists one beat at a time.
One beat at a time, time seeps like dry sand through the cracks of an ancient-built road.
What is the first beat, whence it comes, whereto is its flow?
Who was there to start it, and whose ears perceived the tremor?
One beat at a time, time slickers, sliding eelishly through the silt of our past.
One beat at a time, the words of memory slink away into the nothing that is history. Time allows only the now and the here. The now and the here care not for the time. One heartbeat. One world. One eternity.
Hold your breath for a heartbeat.
The world is changed. Name that now, that grain of sand in the clockwork of tide, unreturning.
The music of now is upon us, one beat at a time it washes over us, unmoving and intangible. One beat at a time is now.
Listen.
