Every moment a page in time
Each one enriching a life, a world, a universe,
One brings with it a rush,
Excitement, anticipation and culmination,
Being close to you, feeling a cool breeze,
Or leaning towards the rising sun.
The next brings a heaviness,
One that only subsides with distraction,
Or tears, or submission.
One moment is treasured as the next.
We are made up of a series of moments,
A package wrapped with treasures
That are difficult to define.
Without these moments,
An arrangement of glorious notes,
What music would I make?
No crescendos, no bravados, no diminuendos,
Just a blank page of emptiness.