One drop of water

One drop of water 
To sate a perennial thirst.
The trickle with violent burst: first,
Last; lasts no longer.

Spent quickly, driven,
Received, as it were, a lone thought
But never so emptied: no draught 
Dries what is given.

This droplet's ringing
Aloud on the lonely sandbar,
The splash on my forehead sends far
Notes sweetly singing:

Front, back, replaying
Across the interior soul,
Invoking the melody whole;
Please, craft its staying.

Please do remind me
Of cups that have yet to be filled;
Behold there that final drop spilled
Itself will find me.

Show me its roundness
Reflecting inside its globe all
The beauty of living, writ small,
Which flows around us.

How everything in
A tiny wet sphere revolves, then
Re-evolves! Its dance dissolves in
New tones it brings in.

Hues stretch as you do,
And were you to pop, those sights split,
Appear in your troupe as light flits,
Song changed anew too.

Teach me to mutate,
To harness an angle without,
To sing for the song and not doubt
Whence comes the music. 

Teach me to fracture,
Apart and in pieces, whole still,
A different portrayal, song will
Be manufactured.

Then you be swallowed
And then I'll perceive my thirst, worse 
Than ever before, with love nursed
Once more and hallowed.

You drop, become me,
Like you am I drunk by Earth's view.
I'm finding myself in need too:
Songs must come from me.

Cry water, water!
Encircling around, but don't think
Or else you'll forget to drink; sing:
Songs; music: foster.