I coax the sound, vibrating in 3D,
Suspended between heaven and earth.

Listen, as the flumie reaches
In towards the pure unknown,
Delicacy catching notes in space
That grow and hum, their rhythm splitting
Into prisms rolling outward.

Listen, to be human teaches
Strokes that spin the atoms singing,
Catalysts of deep pulsating grace
That flow and run, their rhythm sitting
Easily within the pattern.

Listen, to the roomy breaches,
Silence that provokes true resonance,
While sound becomes a shimmering trace
To go and come, its rhythm fleeting
Aphorisms without boundary.

Suspended between heaven and earth
I coax the sound, and let vibration free.

Songs of Forgiveness, June 2026