Pass a glance at a sheet of music

listen to it played

recall the gaps between each note

now listen once again.

Do you hear whats going on

the voices calling out

the shimmerings of whats inbetween

can you not hear them shout!

We miss it all

what lies inbetween

until we train our ears,

hear those left over whispers

that remain intact

carrying every thought the composer had

embedden in his work.

It could so easily be missed

that life going on

where life should not be

at least as such,

for its voices are the inbetween

the thread for all the work

without them it would fall apart

perhaps never heard.