When a violin let's go of the past it begins to sing

The heavenly breeze comes to this estate,
I sit with the wine and a lovely mate.
Why can’t the beggar play the king’s role?
The sky is the dome, the earth is my state.
The green grass feels like Paradise;
Why would I trade this for the garden gate?
With bricks of wine build towers of love,
Being bricks of clay is our final fate.
Seek no kindness of those full of hate,
People of the mosque with the church debate.
Don’t badmouth me, don’t blacken my name;
Only God can, my story narrate.
Neither Hafiz’s corpse, nor his life negate,
With all his misdeeds, heavens for him wait.

My eyes burn from listening. I cannot only be the small sum of my experiences but must be a channel for those I never had and never will.
Otherwise I can only hear the music through my finite human filter instead of hearing independent frequencies.
Frequency and tone are autonomus and of the multiverse not just of my meager knowing. We can transcribe musical experience from the multiverse if we can be exactly that- perceptive scribes and co-creators instead of needing to be the only creator, how lonely.
TORI

All works of art start as potential. Similarly, all relationships start as potential. When I meet a person I try and see not their mask, with its defences, but what is underneath. I get accused of refusing to acknowledge who a person is choosing to be right now. When that person is arrogant of rude or selfish then my friends say, "Clyde!!!! THIS is what this LOSER is about." But I say, hold on people, this is only what this person THINKS they are about. So this so-called Loser person is confused. But if no one sees their potential then they may never see it themselves and that would be tragic.
CLYDE