We are like the clouds, ephemeral, short lived... light shattering at fortissimo
 from "Scribing Ephemera"  
Our opus is never complete and always on the verge of fraying.
We are the  notes of the music of the universe,
The light particles aggregating in creation
in the endless in and out breath
of eros and thanatos.  
Although our lives will end,
our song remains.