There must be notes for such array Much like the notes we give away; They quiver here within my mind For here I hold to what I find. I capture tears, the ones let loose; Inside I feel and find their use; While lives-a-million causes them I save and count each one a gem. I suppose the songs of all the spheres Were writ on me in the key of cheer; For I love the thrum in the high breathy breeze Which never despairs my caress or my squeeze. Quickly now in lightning fashion A sky storm smolders, dark, in a passion; I breath the glass, my eyes orbit wide, My thoughts all tremble, my heart does ride. Oh, I love this place, inside this earth Where I have fought to keep my birth; And quiver still with all my mind Forever holding what I find.