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.