I cry out in the hanging silence.
Hearing nothing but my own sobs, I grow tired.
The doubt that clouds my mind brings only fear.
But out of this fear emerges comfort, joy, peace.
The music is all around.
"Can you hear it?
Are you listening?"
The cinematic is everywhere.
"Have you seen it?
Are you watching?"
Every noise around me is an instrument in a beautiful symphony of sound.
"Why do you long for a soundtrack when the score is being composed right in front of you?"
I have missed out on this profound production all my life,
Simply because I forgot to listen, forgot to watch.
And now, revealed to me again, I cannot look away.
I hear nothing outside of this orchestra.
My own attempts to bring shape to silence shatter.
My soul begins an ovation while You are still recording.
you, sir, are ingenious. that is all i can say.
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