Infinite Symphony Poem by John Fenton Mcleish

The infinite harmonic resonance
Materialises as mind, body
Cannot be separated by distance
For there can be only one symphony

Though we appear to be disconnected
An illusion of flesh, bone and pain
In reality not isolated
Snow flakes do merge with the ocean same

A single score made from different notes
You may change the tempo and change the key
Play many instruments, wear many coats
But all forms integrate ultimately

Separation manifests you know
In the personality and ego