The Wanderer 

O wanderer,

you have finally found your solace.

It called to you at midnight,

through a lone man

filling a valley, with sacred melody.

His music

his heartbeat

They’ll tell you the world is beautiful,

but they have no idea,

what it is 

– to be the sole audience

in a performance of the soul.

Matter subsides,

thoughts dissolved with each leap of his fingers.

The puppeteer,

showing you 

how to play the song of life.

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