the sounds are shifting
becoming
words that grow
wings but also
roots trees full
of birds

silent
except for chords
that travel wavelike
from synapse to synapse
intensifying
thought into song

is this what makes us
everything
is this the net
that shivers our bones
pulses our fingers
like strings

chanting
vibrations calling
to the empty spaces
that swallow us
and make us
whole

I was inspired today by Shuku’s post yesterday at The Great Unknown with its wild magical sounds.  Off prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 16.

Also linking to dVerse OLN hosted by Lillian.