In silent direction, this
roaring into tones of utter beauty;
harmonically inviting every sense of singularity
to ease its troubled spirit in this stream.
Tone of tones, an additive
directed in a fleeting, feeling glance
of one who knows how atoms dance
together in this great ballet of life.
Transcendental peak of peaks,
violins and horns now speak;
the deep of base now ringing through
the skins of drums and you.
Matter-altering arrival of
a sound -
one sound, that opens worlds out
into a vast unknown of splendor -
silently, within the wonder of all motion.
And then the twirl, a cosmos
itself into your being’s dreams;
as all that was, comes back again
to sense this silent utterance of being.
For tone unfolds itself anew,
that never knowing, grew again from depth,
to dwell in heights of all imagining
until its swell enveloped everything . . .
? Michaelette ?
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