Believe not everything you hear,
For all the Sounds that surround you are
One and the same.
Beats are the illusion of Instrument,
Bound by our ear in our predicament.
Flow is the reality of the Player,
Unbroken and free and forming a layer,
Upon
The sound of silence that works as reference,
Made by the Player who all hold in reverence.
Break the flow to find the beats,
And bind the beats to bear the flow.
If you still want this noisy Truth,
Welcome to this ridiculous show,
Where the player sits in silence,
While the instrument plays itself.
Where His Beat is beyond bound,
While Her Flow had never broke.