String Theory ~ Philip Brent

Rich harmonies spring forth, combine
Close your eyes in wonder, so sublime
Storyteller’s voice weaves magic above
Within and without, a tale about love

Chiaroscuro words shift, hide, reveal
Bits of forever, our imagination steals
Dreams, smoke, dim, bright, the same
Win and lose, while playing life’s game

Yet losers are winners, never doubt it
The winners also losers; each do a bit
Up is down, over under in the dance
Steps within square or circle, entrance

Celtic harps ring, expert hands thrill
Peace, passion singing, notes or trill
Legends fill this world and the other
Music leads us to this life or another