Distant hands in foreign lands

Are turning hidden wheels

Causing things to come about

Which no one seems to feel

All invisible from where we stand

The connections come to pass

And though too strange to comprehend

They affect us nonetheless, yes



Once again a time of change

O the change makes music

And the children will dance



See the pieces of the picture rearrange themselves

It feels just like a symphony to me,

With nothing left to chance



Just look over your shoulder

It's out of you hands

It's over for now

Leave behind what you can

You can always return



The rhythm remains unbroken

Unspoken but loud and clear

It's a slow vibration. Migration



Mystery muse, how I hunger for an answer

Unsung song, how I long to play the changes

Hidden rhythm, haven't I always been your dancer

Sacred secrets of the meaning to my dreaming. Migration