What is Heard
For now, words drive us.
In this tower of Babel, voices heave in torrents,
countless, endless among the nations,
families, networks, governments, creeds.
Poets quietly have their say,
offering nourishment in wisdom,
wit, beauty, ingenuity,
and all who wield the pen can speak,
like a whirlwind or a butterfly.
Music threads into our world
finding its way into our veins,
for melody speaks there deep and strange
into the corners of our souls,
reaching our ears unawares,
its shapes and patterns saying
what mere words cannot say,
its unseen gestures only telling
what the psyche somehow knew.
But before the world was, there was silence.
And when the world has passed away,
there will again be silence.