Holy Bible

In the beginning was the bare staff

drawn daily by a formless elegant hand

until the fifth line was rendered and a symbol could be placed

the beginning of man the start of the race

From him came his other half, from this half there came a duo

and the major killed the minor and birthed the trio

quartet, quintet, a full on ensemble

dirty passionate doings which led to mass destruction  

And the staff was bare once more but for a few single notes

Which rose and fell filling the empty spaces

a symphony of sounds in unison interlaced

which rose an octave then another and another

Reaching for the clouds and the imagined divine

an aspiring tower which had to be realigned

so there was a crash, a fall, the climax of the piece

the end result chaotic, no rhythm, mixed melodies

The tubas burped and the violins squeaked

and everyone ran running to obtain some peace

With time they began to amass again

the composition corrupted and in need of eradication amen

but the maestro stepped in, the beethoven of the world

to conduct the piece,  to unfurl that which was whorled

But the people would not have him for they loved the new beat

as out of sync, out of tune, out of tempo as it seemed

Though few did listen in the end he was betrayed

and we still dance and dance, like we danced back in the day

to a  cacophony of sounds that some still believed will be changed

in the coming again of he who continues to rearrange

Those who want to be changed who want to be saved

And now you get it don’t you the story I’ve told

but if you missed it, it’s written down in new and old

a cultural belief based on proof without much of any evidence

an old record I’ve decided to play titled benevolence

A song with no ending continuing to play

on and on until some unscheduled  day

in the beginning, grace be with all

the first and last chords we wait for the fall

Once upon a time, no end, the end