Morning Musing №104: Sounds Stem Silence
On the nature of sound
Published in
Jul 10, 2024
Even today I came to meet myself,
Like every morning,
I sit motionless on the planet.
I wait for the void to speak.
A decrepit building hides the horizon;
The purest sky rises
Despite a crumbling, black wall.
Even today it sings about the now-forgotten darkness.
I listen, listen, listen,
My open eyes resting on the absence,
The ten, one hundred, one thousand chirps.
Every sound not requested
Is born and fades, fades, fades,
Returning to silence,
The sounds
To silence.
