Untitled - June 17, 2002

In a slow motion picture
of black and white
I watched the world
gradually turn
in time
to the silent beats
of music only heard
by those closest
to the group of dancers.

In a universal song
for peace,
a measure was sought
and found
in the minutes
that passed by
so gradually.

The voice of a song
sung so long ago,
yet never losing
a moments meaning
even twenty years
after he first sang.

In clear unison
the movements
slowed to an end.