Sometimes, I ask,
What’s the point, what’s the reason?
And what I answer depends on the season
In winter it’s warmth, and in summer it’s joy.
But there is this thing that I keep coming back to
My whole life this one thing was true.
With the code and the notes
With the songs and the rhymes
With machines I make run
And the bell that chimes
I’ve known all along that my soul inclines
To create what’s of use
To create what’s of beauty
Until my sun sets that’s my song and my story.
I feel like I was given those gifts for a reason
Fame’s not in my future, but this is the season
To start again on the path to creation
Brings me closer to meaning, fulfillment, salvation.
With the code and the notes
With the songs and the rhymes
With machines I make run
And the bell that chimes
I’ve known all along that my soul inclines
To create what’s of use
To create what’s of beauty
Until my sun sets that’s my song and my story.
One day into twilight I will descend,
Nothing left to be sung and my body bent;
But when this arrives I will know in my heart,
That I’ve written my gem until the end.
