Sounds of Change

When there is brief silence,
we are all but still.
Our will, immune to human havoc and riot,
catches the shrill of lightning before it quiets,
the rattling of change pulsing through our voices,
bearing witness to the seismic shifts awaiting us.

An ancient yet familiar sound erupts,
from a subtle growl, unrecognizable at first,
amplifying swiftly into awe-inspiring thunder.
Feeling into our vocal cords, humming strongly in unity,
birthing strength to endure this mighty earthquake.

Awakening uncharted paths buried in the echo of our brains,
new vibrations fill in the holes of our history’s creaks and whispers.
Through the noise we ask questions, cutting away the static so innate,
our choices no longer fall on deaf ears, instead multiply and reverberate.

A perfect pause before that stirring beneath history’s shaky crust,
soft and slow for a seeming eternity. Then, the long awaited crescendo.
Roaring, an explosion so sudden and screaming,
Dawning sweet music conducted by the voices of infinity.

Speak loud, speak strong.
Our biggest mistake is to not speak at all.
Changes have begun, can you hear the sound?
Choosing not to shout and sing is simply to succumb to silence.
The music won’t wait, what we’ve created cannot be undone.