Lines from a poem by Dave Pollard from "How to Save the World"
"....your walk becomes a dance as the sound of the wind in the trees
and the owls and other creatures of the night becomes your music,
a music of the spheres and of the universe,
embellished by a counterpoint you create inside your head,
expressing the elation of being here, now, in this moment."
from "Moonstruck" by Dave Pollard http://blogs.salon.com/0002007/