Midnight’s Quiet Eloquence

The end of one's vibrations
Made audible
Made visible
Make tactile

For a Stradivarius
Or a Steinway
Or a Pavarotti high G
Knows not any end
Only distance

Yet

As humans
We easily forget last utterances
The cry of a baby's discomfort
The pain of a homeless wail
The sob of a relationship ended

Somewhere however

The vibrations continue
Attaching themselves
To awaiting polarized matter
The cosmos knowing there remains the next creation

And the next
And the next

When
Sound's resonance
With light's ever present heat
Slaps
Punches
Hugs
Touches

Sentient gifts continue

The listening
The feeling of passionate whispers
The longevity of gentle caresses

The seeing of the unseeable.  

To stop
To step out
Into midnight's quiet eloquence
Is to become the oneness of vibration
To know
To trust
To embrace life