SILENCE AND SOUNDS

'Drifting Sound'  by  Trish

Sounds may envisage heaven.

Hear a waterfall cascade its grandeur, a bird sing its full throated song, or hear the cry of a new born breathe into life. Hear laughter ring out its joy and fill a waiting heart.

Sounds may envisage hell.
Guns, bombs, explode death, whisper the last breath on the lips of those loved, those not.

 Sounds can send secrets, carried by the wind. Urgent messages rapped out on locked-barred doors. Rains flood roof tops, streaming sounds that roar, gush, pour and splash, as if to bury a life time's tears, deep within hard ground. 

Tattered cloth flutters its sound,  against  the bare legs, of one who flees in fear, brushes grasses ,with their own silvery echo.

Sounds can envisage color,
in the dry crush of  leaves  under bare feet, as children  play,
hide,  pick,  pluck and tear at bark, to reveal the  flesh pink of a Salmon gum.

Perhaps sound can envisage all?

I often 'feel' an elusive sound,
 not heard nor seen, only sensed
 made perhaps by those,
who now murmur their, soundless eternal prayer.

Tushie