A special kind of music lives here

Amidst the mountain mist

Its benevolence is strangely clear

The circling of a breeze so crisp

Carries its message softly to my ear

The oneness of the universe insists

On fracturing my frail veneer

Lost in this musical tryst

A twig breaks—a deer

Meeting, our gaze lingers—we coexist

In this moment, we disappear

Through millennia, we drift

Lifted beyond the stratosphere

Soaring above the swift

Spirits who insouciantly appear

Dipping down into the midst

Of crested mountains sheer

Eagles we enlist

To retrieve a souvenir

Of this infinite moment where we exist

When the music living here

Brushed us with its fragrant kiss

And disappeared

—Christina Knowles (2015)