I search for the empty that lets me embrace
The busy that fills me with joy.
I listen for spaces
For rests that give meaning,
To music that plays to the mood that I’m feeling.
I clear out the clutter, the stuff I don’t need
That makes my home harder to run.
Cos it’s the space we create that lets the light in.
That lets us have time before it’s flown by.
There are moments the rests give us trouble
And we count to keep pace as we struggle.
And one day we find that we’re playing on time
And our rests become spaces with meaning.
I treasure those moments of empty
And learn to press pause so they find me.
It’s two zero one eight, my year to make space
In this busy I’ve chosen, and still have some place
For the things that put a smile on my face.
‘Cos it’s the space we create that lets the light in.
That lets us have time before it’s flown by,
Time to chat over a cup of chai.
PS: A rest is a sign of silence in written music.