Distant hands in foreign lands   Are turning hidden wheels   Causing things to come about   Which no one seems to feel   All invisible from where we stand   The connections come to pass   And though too strange to comprehend   They affect us nonetheless, yes      Once again a time of change   O the change makes music   And the children will dance      See the pieces of the picture rearrange themselves   It feels just like a symphony to me,   With nothing left to chance      Just look over your shoulder   It's out of you hands   It's over for now   Leave behind what you can   You can always return      The rhythm remains unbroken   Unspoken but loud and clear   It's a slow vibration. migration      Mystery muse, how I hunger for an answer   Unsung song, how I long to play the changes   Hidden rhythm, haven't I always been your dancer   Sacred secrets of the meaning to my dreaming. migration