“The Universe Is A Single Note” Zappa

Music cascades in cold air blue sunny skies

vibrations of meaning not words just feeling

anthem of the essence of the universal vibe

from which everything arises and goes back

into never lost because never really was but

the waves resonate on to infinity why not it’s 

as good an explanation as any.

Even words are sounds solidified to give 

semisolid meaning, like feathers on a bird.

If the poem’s not long enough, it’s easy just

to add a few more words,

keep the eternal engine humming,

the refrain returning to the source of a tear,

a glance that changes everything,

meaning, once we get there.

When you read words you travel with them,

destination semisolid until you get there.

You only know you’re there when you look back

and see how far you’ve come.

That gives some indication of the song you’ve sung.

The blues, the entire genre, came about from suffering,

peppered with love because it had to be.

Just a couple of bars of it, and you know the story.

One could look at galaxies that way, if one could see.