Breathing in the Silence

His fingers darted across the keys With an obvious lack of precision. He's playing more for the rhythm Rather than for the melody. Both hands alternating in a flourished flurry of blows, While his sweat bore down onto the ivory battlefield below. And then suddenly he stops, and the emptiness of the room becomes apparent again. He sighs, breathing in the silence. Breathing in the silence. From the Caterpillar filling its mind with experience and knowledge it metamorphose into the Chrysalis. It takes all it has gathered and processes it into Truths. Those who embrace the offered truths emerge on the other side as the Butterfly, To bask in the warm embrace of the Sun and with the full understanding of their bodies and minds. Their bodies and minds!