True sound is the one
the deaf can hear.
Because of sound my thoughts are shun.
Sound is unbreakable like water that nobody can tear.
Sound is located in the revelation of my thoughts within me.
Through it I grow, mature, and love intimately.
**
Sound creates, sound sabotages.
Sound is no racist, various colour visages.
Through sound I connect with my inner self,
obtain peace. Bliss is located within my mental shelves.
**
The wold without it is like a walking-dead
lost to the significance of life, feeble minded.
Sound is the germ of all creation,
How it was created nobody can mention.
**
Through Sound lies my reputation,
how incredible it is that it was even God's proclamation
when he created earth and heaven.
Sound my shelter my haven.
**
Funnier still that I get captivated by its words
from different voices, ages and pages.
Some sullen, some soft and some sharper than swords.
Deeply located within the badges of wedges.
**
I got infected long before I was born and could surface
on the face of the earth. I heard it from within my mom's belly,
and instinctively I reacted to it. That's why I needed some leg space
to dance to it. I could identify with its effect immediately.
**
Carry me to the oceans of the unseen where only the sound
is communicated in different languages that sound the same.
Same waves, same tone, different words, but same meaning.
Just hand me my harp and let me awaken the hound
that's been lying dormant within you, without a shame.
The little tones that I am hearing are relieving, sort of manning
the sense of security that we all require.
**
As I get lost into nothingness
come with me and experience the sound in its greatness.
It's the loudest in the still of the night.
That's where you get into contact with its sight.
And let it tame you to sweet slumber.
Have it play your favourite number
as you ... drift away... to the audible silence.
This is just part 1 of The Sound. I feel there's lots more to say about this.
But I don't want to make this poem too long. So there will be a continuation of this piece for sure.
Stay tuned for that. I will link to it here as soon as I've written it.
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