The Strings Are Shown

What do you hear in the howling breeze
Shed a tear, with the falling leaves
What do you see, along the horizon
A golden sunset, a long, lost island
My ears will tell me, the frequency
My eyes will show me, scanning the scene
Forever changing, senses to flow
Only later, the strings are shown
What do you hear, with the crashing waves
Lines in the sand are washed away
What do you see, from the top of the hill
Are you free, or ever more still
My ears will tell me, the frequency
My eyes will show me, scanning the scene
Forever changing, senses to flow
Only later, the strings are shown
What do you hear, in the night time air
Owls are near, an end is shared
What do you see, in the star filled sky
Shapes in the space, questions of why
My ears will tell me, the frequency
My eyes will show me, scanning the scene
Forever changing, senses to flow
Only later, the strings are shown
What do you hear, with the morning sun
Chirping birds having all the fun
What do you see, when you step out the door
A Quixote dream, finding the core
My ears will tell me, the frequency
My eyes will show me, scanning the scene
Forever changing, senses to flow
Only later, the strings are shown