As a tightrope walker I have valued balance
As a dancer regards glissade, or cellist choosing
Unfretted notes as mountains range in parade.
Equilibrium is all we ever had, balance in grace.
A song of freedom keeps us from going mad.
In this place, a bell of liberty tolls inside us,
In balance, seasons, summer to autumn sussurus,
The whole beautiful orbit and year around yet,
Beyond our balancing souls, makes no sound.