I do not need to know the answer
But I like to ask the question.

What is a soul?
The notes of a song you just start to play.
Sitting under your fingers
Seems like it’s been there all along 
Like it is remembered more than created.

Random associations.
Your mind connecting memory with movement.
That time in that movie
The one little line
Stuck in your head.
Why was it so stuck to your soul.

Recognition.

Can it even be answered?
As soon as you come upon it slips from you.

The mind is a wild thing
It goes where it wants.
That wildness is the soul?
Consciousness is watching it on its ways.
That wildness is not in the body.
Spirit realm.
Even the dead don’t understand.
 

A spiritual journey
In my living room
Traveling a thousands miles.
Before the day has begun.

The body resides in the physical world.
The soul is not confined the same way.
We can not neglect the body or the physical world, but we can wander.

Consciousness is of the body 
But the soul is of the air.
When consciousness dies
The soul is what remains.
Scattered we go back to the wild.