My life is a series

of rapid alternating movements

A test of nerves,

A battle of beliefs

The never ending trill

Of art and science

Adding dissonance and beauty

Simultaneously

In a pattern

the masters of Baroque would envy

Some days,

The music goes on without end

And sometimes,

When the music stops

The rest is silence

Is life a movie,

An endless parade of images

Until the screen goes dark?