Perceived and Heard Regardless…
(Or First Movement of Beethoven/Ray Charles Symphony)
The words echoed;
no sounds were made.
Exploding images
illumed the darken realm.
Pity the ears that can
but do not hear;
Pity the eyes that can
but do not see.
Precious is the echoed imagery
painted on the silent
vibrating canvas
Stretched across the
womb of mind.
Moving fingers
having spoken and sketched,
move on—searching the silence.