The Song That Wanders

this is the song that wanders

this is the song that drifts

it crawls around its center

drifts through the fingers, it slips

and when its done

swallows all your tricks

you are gone

this is the song unwritten

unfolding as we go

singing of the love we feel

or the loss of someone to hold

all in one it has begun

to allow us to find comfort

on the run

it sings itself alone

with voices all around

it spills forth from our lips

oh the sound of

Everyone I know

giving it a home

it must have come before us

it carries itself on

this is not the song of reason

this is the song that drifts

it doesn’t have a purpose

it simply exists and it melts

inside your grip

gentle and still restless it