In the days of night
The unroaded paths
Only one only one
Was constant –

To her I pen this poem tonight

Only one only one
Was constant –

While I slept, while I woke
While I walked and while I wept
While I sought and fought and caught
And was alone

In my heart was the sound of music

Only one only one
Was constant –

To music I pen this poem tonight.

-Che Chidi Chukwumerije