Logic

My eyes fall to the horizon that I know best,
My hands tremble to no end, they tremble to no rest,
My eyes close to the music within my chest,
My hands touch the horizon, unstrained and unstressed.

The strings around me sing, to be loved and heard,
The voice within me speaks not a whisper, speaks not a word,
The ravens around me fade, to be silent and blurred,
The spirit within me now no longer still, no longer unstirred.

My mouth widens to a smile, sorrow grants me right,
My body loses control, lost in the sounds of this strange night,
My feet leave the ground, gravity grants me flight,
My eyes open once more, lost in the view of this strange sight.

Logic can no longer explain,
My understanding can no longer sustain,

How this mind can create immortal human formation,
Perfection, by this ever so mortal human imagination?

How this can somehow be real...
When my heart wants to think, and my mind wants to feel?