Pulse - A Universal Symphony in D Major

I dreamt of floating in sapce with an umbilical cord made of notes attached to my heart. This is the feelign I had upon waking.

Always, my heart labours
under the misapprehension
that life has some meaning.

And even as the coffee-coloured candle
burns it's existence away,
I feel the romance of life dance on.

It waltz's, fox trots with a tang,
go on - this composition is coincidental,
the tightened strings wring themselves.

Sweet music to my bowed ears,
discordant and de-majored.

I count the familiar beats,
my heart regulates it's timing.

It is within me, it is without me.