Lyrics

Patterns of vibration
Recycled emanations

I place my hands on the keys hoping to tame the bees long enough to hear the nothing
Touch a ubiquitous nerve with the things that I observe in the mental humming

They formulate in the back unobserved and manifesting into formulas and abstractions
Then dimensional beings that light the fire inside of my soul
I suddenly have to create almost afraid to confront the storm on the other side
And just I crack my heart the emotions flood the room
And here's another inspiration that I need to pursue

I place my hands on the keys hoping to tame the bees long enough to hear the nothing

If I step out of the way
Then God resides in what I play
If I don't desire a thing
Then that is when I truly sing

Taming the bees (emptying myself, now I'm full)
Taming the bees (emptying myself I’ve become full)