A Million Colors

I don’t want to feel the earth spinning by myself anymore.
Can anyone else feel it?
Perhaps we shall dance through the cosmos.
And free ourselves from this dizziness.

Inconceivably minute strings.
Vibrating, creating cosmic sound.
On a level of fundamental emptiness.
Where nothing should exist.

The Universe is a clear and elegant symphony.
Of the instruments of reality.
Where is the other half
Of my melody?

The search is futile.
Life is only fleeting.
And in the light of eternity,
We are all alone.