THE TEST
He who would climb the heights of tone
and scale the peaks beyond the listening ear
must first walk over water
and learn to stand on air, alone.
He who would swim the waves of light
and dive past shores into a sunless glow
must first merge with his shadow
and melt through solid glass, like night.
Where eyes are fins and sound is leap,
the rhythmic force performs its own ballet;
when dreams are fired in clay,
they burn a path through timeless sleep.