It starts with a single noise.

It starts with a single noise

And echoes faintly.

It starts with a noise

And echoes off of a wall

Creating a new, heightened sound.

It starts with a noise

And echoes into space

Filling the surroundings with an

Eternal sense of movement.

It starts with noise

And echoes, vibrating the

Surrounding space, before long

Another singer joins and

The sacred call grows.

It starts with noise

And echoes harmoniously, growing and

Changing, a chameleon in the air,

Flowing through our ears with multiple

Melodies, oscillating between high and low

Pitches, enchanting the mind.

It starts with noise

And echoes louder and louder

A virtuous polyphony of voices,

Growing deeper in my soul and

Into my heart, then into my limbs and through my

Spirit, the scalar motion swimming in

Gorgeous arches around my head.

It starts

The echoes grow and an infinite number of songs

Resonating deafeningly, crushing my spirit under the weight of the

Sound, hardly allowing my fingers to move until

I am forced to move everything,

Slipping through the breaths made in the song

In a form of dance, moving from

One breath to another until I am away from

That beautiful chaos, free from noise.

It ends

With total and absolute

Silence.