Bach's Answer

Notes strewn across crumbling paper peer through the past
remembering a time when music was born.
Sonatas like a blank canvas recall the memory of motion of sea and
sky.
The physicist stares at the life line in his hand;
Bach composes the logic that equations cannot find.
Again, like before, Bach and the dream of the physicist collide upon a
sleepless night when stars grow old and Keats walks an eternal
night.
Physics chooses the silence beyond mathematics.
In Van Gogh's madness, he sees the answer.
In every brushstroke, he sees the passion of the universe..
Within the complexity of the silent sky, Bach's sonatas echo through
the physicist's heart;
chaos is its own answer.
Bach created the sound of snow falling across a frozen pond.
Mozart painted a symphony when a twig snapped under his foot.
The physicist stares into the night sky, sleep long gone,
and feels the purity of a raindrop across his tear-strewn face.
The answer has always been in the sound life makes when the heart
creates its own beginning.