Three score and ten
        summers
to my name
        since I first breathed
the breath of life

Time’s pastime
        is to pass
All that remains
        is what we create
out of feelings

At best
        a sense of structure
the art of the fugue
        melody rhythm
harmony
        all give shape
to the silence

the square root
        of it all
is love

So best foot forward—
        what touches the heart
the play within
        the play
the truth
        of universe

John Lyons