A Quiet Magic
How much silence can one hear
Like a hum in an empty ear
I follow a prayer past my lips
It whispers truths taken in sips
Like an undone mind still breathing
Cuts the voice like gums teething
Shhh, quiet walks upon this rapture
Of a moment I couldn’t capture
Chandeliers swing like stars unheard
Hung in the ceiling of skies yet blurred
Like a myth told in words on paper pledges
Timeless, save for the edges
Lasting voices crumbling into dust
We revere the telling like its something just
Where I join in quiet with all the noise
This wonder gleams like brand new toys
Such speaking I still can’t hear
For the utterance has no peer
So I watch the air bend into a shape
Like a gust caught in a cape
Briefly I knew it moved us with purpose
As it moved across our surface
And yet I never did hear a single thing
Rather I felt the pulse of its intrepid ring
A seduction of masterful embrace
Steeling my quiet from a sacred place
