To know
But not experience
To ask
But not receive
To knock
But the door remains closed
Then in that space
that space between waking and sleep
A song arises
Silent yet sung
Felt
But not heard
Verses, choruses, melodies
Praise and thanksgiving
Unknown
New and yet familiar
Now just a whisper
Now gone.
Unremembered.
Yet somehow more real
than the daily darkness
that surrounds.