A quiet vibration
Disturbs the silent air.
Gathering momentum,
It slowly grows into a dull murmur
As it ripples through the room.
Travelling across the space,
It begins to interact in waves:
Intersecting, converging and diverging
To create an acoustic vagueness
Like a blurry smudge of sound.
As the fuzzy resonance
Becomes more audacious,
Textures and patterns emerge
Into rhythmic, pulsating harmony.
In that instant,
That space awakens
And vibrates in time with the melody.
In that moment,
There is light;
And with that light,
There comes vision.
The air is now
A thing that is breathed;
In that breath, there is sound:
Sound that moves and quivers and vibrates...
... And in that sound,
There is LIFE.
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