Glass

Life is fragile like old porcelain
Sooner or later your shadow grows thin
But imagine that what comes next
You and your friend they will mend
Then take you along, and it won’t be long
Till you get to where grass is emeralds
Hours of fun, and games in the sun
Trumpets and sunsets with Einstein on the beach

Life is delicate like silk under iron
Forces of nature will never bend
But imagine that what comes next
Tiles and patches and islands of sounds
Fragments and miniatures minimally adorned
Hypnotic repetition neglecting gravity
Saxophones and cherry cones and endless summers
Impressions and sessions resembling eternity

Souls are solid like diamonds
Diamonds are solid like records
Souls are solid as crows are horrid
As music and diamonds are forever

All that it takes to know
Fits in one song
Impressions and sessions modeling eternity
Trumpets and sunsets, and you till eternity…



to Phillip Glass, 2007 or earlier