Fiddler on the Roof

We are
inasmuch in ebony
as we are in ivory

We are
inasmuch in the printed type
as in the blank spaces un-typed

We are
inasmuch in what we say
as in what we leave unsaid

We are
inasmuch in our heart's desire
as in what we desire not

We are
inasmuch in our ivory towers
as on our ebony sidewalks —

We are
inasmuch in death
as we are in life!

And thus what the light leaves out, the shadow completes;
where the hand stops, the universe receives —
the mystic circle draws to a close when is and is not makes the void whole!