It's all music
and I'm dancing
on the canvas stage
of my being,
painting the portrait
of me.

Every thought
and seeing
is a note,
jumping out
of the white
rainbow coat
to become
a colour of this creation,
part of this world.

The sun waving
his hand through
the prism is
the dancer in tune,
the birds in bloom
flowering the forest
with bird's prayer.

I told you
it's all music,
and we are
the dance.