Time and space are a melody couched in the fabric of the human mind

Okay okay its doggerel, but hey what do you expect from a all nighter. I wanted to write it, and it wrote itself, I don't expect it to be good. 

Time and space are a melody couched in the fabric of the human mind. A melody that changes with all of our grief, sadness and joy; a song that touches the highest heavens, and the deepest hells; that ensnares the righteous, and the damned. Eternity here, Infinity there, locked in the deepest embrace; shifting throughout all that we see and hear, and smell. Endings exist, fences built, and boundaries determined all in the souls of man and woman. Does it exist? Do we exist? Does the song exist? Perhaps only in the momentary instant, and then is gone, like bubbles upon the ocean sea. All away before the mind, acceptance of death, denial of life; and all the world a graveyard besides. Besides the song of now, of later and long ago, the ancient ghosts always feared, running constantly upon specters of the future,  specters created of our own mind.

A momentary being, a creature of many nows, in a universe upon which the soul quails at its empty vastness. A  breath taken,  a love betrayed,  a breath released,  a ending of the moment, and death has  come for us. All hail the soul, a momentary respite in the frothy sea of eternity and infinity.