What is your sound, Let me speak to your sound. Let me hear that sound of your thoughts. Getting so close that your breathing becomes soundless in part that I hear your heart, your thoughts, your purpose, your desires, your will, your joy, your happiness, your hunger for thirst, your eyes, the seed of your earnest expectation, the patience of your non movement. The passion that awakens , the passion that cant be tamed, only to be tamed by your sound.

The sounds of your glory, the stormy river, the increase of your captivity, the sounds of your tingling , throbbing pearls of sufficient response to the whisper of that sound that stimulates with sound, sound next to sound...sound piece only to restore peace to silence that can be heard. The core of your beginning story of what makes you squirm when sound is next to your valley of determining factor , surrendering to a desire that iyou didnt think exist. That unspoken word from a stare that speaks so loudly that quiet has no place for its location.

Untapped areas of non existence can only be discovered when time cease to exist. B.Cherry