Space Plucks

Space plucks the planets of the universe
To play that silent solar symphony
Sliding down the time on a path of light
Towards the chord of earth is me
Cosmic chameleon drawn by force
Shapes a soul to audition for earth
Accepted a mask is chosen
And old roles sealed off at birth
As strange loud music surrounds me now
As planets circle a slow solid round
Their notes cascade down upon me now
As the finger stops its frets on my new sound
Worlds and we begin surrounded
Forces frame the scale of life
Planets dance in constant motion
Form the pattern form