A wilderness of sound and movement repeating itself across the narrows of mountainsides, 

The cries of creatures crashing against cold rock, 

Human voices heralding the hillside, 

Their bellows bounding ripe with resonance. 

From here unimportant call received the all important answer. 

Oh goddess who bore us what we must have done to have buried your daughters and prayed for a son 

The wind and the rain spoke a language of wonder to a species rising thickly to a dialogue with thunder 

In the empty place between better and worse language unravels and irony hurts 

In the common place between hunger and thirst, 

The words that define us a blessing and curse. 

The words that confine the ideas traversed the ear to hear the song without verse, 

The sound of the sound of the sound utter first, 

The burst into nothing so sudden and soft, 

The silence inside you when the music has stopped