Love Sang Softly

Sound rises from within.
A melody all my own
Yet shared
Among others.

A single high-pitched note
To an orchestra of many.
It calls.
I listen.

Wind breathes gingerly
Into my ears
Or through them
I cannot tell.

A peculiar thing is,
The Sound is me
And not me.
The same and yet different.

Filling me,
Flowing within and without.
Tingling as it passes through
Not mine to hold.

Singing,
Lifting,
Releasing.
Sound embraces all.


***The Sound of all Sounds is HU. To find out more about the HU, listen to this! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0aEJRQc7o0Y