I know where the music is.
Come with me and sing.
If I miss a word, which I’m apt to do, don’t worry.
The melody sings itself. You’ll hear it, too.
What matters are the wordless harmonies we’ll make,
and whether we can find a way
to move together, tightly held.
They sent a warning starting out
that I will stumble –
ever falling forward into nothing.
But they didn’t tell me
(because they couldn’t know)
there would be a song for singing, dancing
with anyone who’s not afraid
to hold my hand and meet me in the now.
Nothing won’t be nothing
if we are one and bravely go there.
Love and Joy will give that place a name.