The Phenomenal Orchestra

I hold my hands out to the rain

And feel the weight of a thousand upturned faces

A darkened profile brings me to my knees

On a frosty morning

I hold myself out palms up to the universe

And his face looks at me like a distant organism

On some far off star

While I sit far off on mine

And the phenomenal orchestra keeps its strokes at heart

And up and over our heads