I Am a Song
A held breath
between the strings—
not the music,
but the stillness that gives it shape.
The hush before
a storm of sound,
the soul of
An unborn note.
Shift—
The maestro arrives
Who does not yank or chop.
A virtuoso sculptor of silence
Conjuring resonance.
Fingers like constellations
mapping sky,
stroking stars into song.
I bloom into echo
And stretch to infinity.
Vibration in time and timbre
Cutting through dream and doubt—
Summoning dance and sweat and passion.
But, all performances have to end—
The wavelength softens
And flattens to peace—
To the space in the quiet.
Every encore is still a goodbye.
So I remain—
a haunted melody
hummed beneath the noise,
a mute promise
In a world too loud to listen.
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Into every life a little light will shine. Thank you for being my luminance in whatever capacity you may. Shine on, you brilliant souls!
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