Interface (Part Two)

Interface (Part Two)
The music
Is the Interface
An empty, buzzing
Energised space,

More vast than the Universe,

Transcending time,
Transcending place,
Unlimited by form,
A heart chime,
Unchained, divine.

The music,
Is the Interface,
Gifted by
Eternity’s grace.

Encoded in atoms,
Enchanted by fate
Entwined in the trip wire
Of our love and our hate,

The living web,
That traps our heads,
Beyond touch,
Nourishing like bread.

The program of the cosmic flow,
Waiting for us to break the code.