Melodies

Sometimes the music plays me like a shivering leaf in the breeze…
sweeps through all these neatly arranged beliefs
and scatters my game all over the place.
my game. the one I thought was the real thing.
and I stand here naked.
but more fully clothed in a wholeness nothing
could ever strip away.
scraped and bruised
and somehow amazingly less confused
‘though all I thought I knew is naught.
But what I know deeply, where no words can sing,
where no face can convey, these melodies arise
and fall down my face in rivers washing
cleansing all the noise away.