Rondo

where do I begin?
out of nothing?
there can be no nothing.
I must have already begun from somewhere.
Let's just say now it is the third movement of my life.
where did I begin?
out of the sea; out of the blood that covers me.
Let's just move on from there,
where the light somehow shines on me.
not quite, an early morning in a cold operating room.
my father named me.
but he forgot to un-name me.
so I shall,
with His grace,
un-name myself.
and start from another beginning.

where do I begin?
a seed planted.
a tree I desire to be.
in form and in character,
I move in the third movement,
with deadly urgency,
to spread my branches far and wide,
to begin the new season.
even a tree, though stationary,
can sway with a vengeance.
but that's not really what I want.
the leaves fall.
the seeds fall.
but he shall not.
yes, he shall not.
in due time, regeneration is the path.

where shall I end?
at the moment the sounds fades.
at the moment when the wind does not blow.
when my Father gives me a new name.

Johannes Brahms - Piano Concerto No.1-III Rondo

the presence of you,
makes this moment sweet.
the repetition of this moment,
makes this presence fathomable.

when I am born,
I die as well.
Nothing is Fire.
Fire is Everything.
no note, stroke, and movement
are wasted.