Rose Menendian: The Way

Music that lies
spliced with time,
timeless to
our inmost mind
is one vibration
of the whole.

Good we loved
too well to sever,
one molecule
of the forever
whose aura is pearl.

Transient
we choose to live
who carry water
in a sieve,
the self imposed ordeal.

When we could have
the infinite
cataract by cataract
for half the trouble.

Rose Menedian