The sound
of snow thawing. Still. Silent.
Or is it?
If you listen to the pull of the atoms,
they fizzle, with excitement.
Bubbling over like a frothy drink
shaken to the edge of an explosive brink.
Like schoolchildren on a bus,
given too much sugar. The can
explodes in a blink. A volcanic splash
of gushing, fizzing energy rushes past.
The sparks and cracks of the universe
putting in one final gasp before it gives up and snaps.
You hear the slurps and pops.
The splashes as the crashing
ice palace cascades.
Mini avalanches grinding against stone
towards the ground like a million pounding
feet, a sound
like thunder marching home
or gunfire tearing the sky in two.
It's like static
buzzing through a universe of sound.
Spoken almost secretly.
Just a crackle, a glitch,
but turn to the channel and tune
it a bit, twist your head
to catch the frequency
and you may get a clearer view.
We are all vibrations of this grand,
stirring cosmic stew.
No matter how far and wide,
the whispered words sometimes creep through.
Sometimes the sounds do go silent,
and I hear only you.
Your breath passing through your lips,
into the atmosphere where it dances and slips,
flipping and trips with the atoms,
before landing on my cheek
to plant me a growing kiss.
And your voice
like flowing nectar from a tree,
Takes my body,
drags me closer to happiness
than anything I could ever construct,
purchase or construe.
every hair stands on end
trying to get closer to you,
to be one of the few
to be touched by your sweet sound
as it flows through.
Every goosebump comes out to witness.
They can't resist it.
Like a siren song, that voice
like the pull of an ocean,
and we can only ever drown
in those sounds when we hear them come.
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