Soaring above our heads fly the words.
Geometric cacophony, in explosive
Progeny of inspiration, it sings my song-
not so much an echo
as a refrain
sung by the voice of another.
This complex art emanates wonderful,
a germinal instant in space,
the transition into existence -
it is birthed by mere possibility:
a blank page,
a willing silence.
I filled you,
and now when I hush,
I can still hear