Secret Home

Music is inside of light
It slept when I first came here
Now mild and green smiles in tempests of gold
Are playing sonatas on towers and roofs
We wait and we talk in gardens at noon
Reading the stories in faces of strangers

With our new higher senses
The timeless way of seeing
Can build towns such as these
And carve bricks from the bare rock
It is our unhidden secret:
Everything breaks with the light

A secret knowledge of eternal beauty
Secret home, you are not that far