Solo

I am the violin of God
The instrument of happenstance
Of random fluctuations
In a problematic universe

He plays on me
The music that He chooses
But He can only play
That which is within my range

And I can sing along with Him
Or fight and snarl
His stanzaed orchestrations
And mathematical constructions

Solo or duet
I wonder while I play
The music of my life
And of the universe at large

Does it matter?
I think not
The only thing that matters
Is that we play on together