land of dreams, home to many souls
many Gods and the One of my heart
each of us have lives and goals
His lies in every form of art

with every tinkle of a bell
every thump from percussion
every sparkle from ground shell
every stroke of perfect composition

the length of making what we love
has no bounds and relishes the ends
brief affairs, each piece, a part of
each person, and the world extends

as long as it's clear
everything isn't for everyone
strive for cheer, jeer or even a sneer

SHARE it with ever fibre of your being
the MORE you do, the more you find...
you aren't alone, even if WORDS are fleeting
It gets us ALL out of a grind

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Scarlatan, in the year 612 AF.