Symphony

One note bred two

and from there a third sprang forward

music, self making

self replicating

modifying and undulating

until a symphony was before us

ringing out through imaginary space

waiting for the concert hall to pick up this echo and amplify it and share it with whoever wished to hear the sounds, love, beauty and pain,

to wordless voice, expressed unexpression, all we’ve ever felt, but didn’t say, ringing in our ears, our throats, sympathetic voice,

everyone sang their own note

building the chorus and the chords

till the whole building rang out

with all our hearts

which now had a way to share

we listened and sang

a song we heard and made

beauty and sorrow,

love and pain

this was the symphony of our lives

and once it was sung we knew.



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