Celestial Sound 

The thrumming of tires on the street

The chirping of birds in summer skies

Heaven’s rhythm, tapping feet

Watery hymns flowing from my eyes
Wa-thump beating in my chest

To the music of the spheres 

Unstruck chord will never rest

Silver bells tinkle in astral ears
Roaring drums and thundering gongs

A plaintive flute, soft and low

Listen, listen to Love’s songs

Celestial hums, like a river, flow

2016 Cronin Detzz 


Gray Is Still A Color, Right?

​In that infinite gray void

Where little lost souls swim

I float into the epicenter

And peacefully wait for Him
The entire choir ascends higher

Rising with one transcendent voice

I long to hear, to fly, to open the eye

But I’m not given that choice 
Although I cannot hear them

They are there to soothe my fears

I am trapped in the warm gray void

Cotton clouds stuffed into my ears
In the realm of absolute nothing

I wonder why im so blind

Gray is still a color, right?

The vapor cloud around the mind
I’ll keep swimming into the void 

Cry a thousand colorless tears 

When this student is truly ready

The master then appears

– Cronin Detzz