Adagio for a Journey to the Soul
By Don Iannone

Stirrings at the seat of my soul
draw me into the deeper waters,
To places beyond the light,
and beyond all time,
For in such places,
neither can be your guide,
I must walk,
as though death calls,
knowing there is still life,
I must follow--
what seems an unknown voice,
No words are spoken...only silence,
What good are words in this place,
that is beyond words?
What good am I,
to this place, or myself,
if I don't follow the call?

Poet's Note: This poem was composed while listening to a wonderfully deep and touching piece of music. The words flow directly from the music. Listen for yourself while you read this poem. As a suggestion, turn the volume down on your music player (MIDI file), start the music, listen for several seconds, and then read the poem aloud. Click here. (Samuel Barber's Adagio for Strings)