Silence.
All is silent.
No sound to break
the solemn ache.
So fingers dare
to take it away.
A string of notes
circles down,
flowing through
first, the crashing bound
of the sea,
relenting to
the complexity
of a secret past.
Rising up
the mystery of
the unknown,
and singing the
lightness of
a spirit.
Pulling the strain of
a tossing vessel
Raging the cry
of clashing metal.
Singing
pink horizons
blowing leaves
running feet