as the orchestra that does not exist ready their instruments that aren’t there.
The first tone strikes
reverberating throughout the emptiness
another at its heels
punctuating the silent weight of the vastness
Each sound ordered
one after the other
setting the key for the grand overture
that will soon draw breath
and speak its first melody.
Blending with the tones, now
a soft chime
that sings the world of the indescribable
into being
Tiny, quick taps
pace the orchestra as it weaves together
a place that simply
is not there.
As the noise spreads further
the world grows deeper
amorphous
yet perfectly formed
Rising notes outline the chords
falling fog paints reality into a dream
spreading the sweet music of the strings
thick, and heavy
across the silent canvas
without objection
The tone falls away.
replaced by nothing but the soft noise
That has echoed since the beginning-
The transient overture
reduced
to just static
Musical static
filling out the airspace
and giving it form
The soft, entropic chatter of noise
not much to take in
yet it makes the piece so much more
It gives the dream so much form
The song is ending, now
The noise begins to fade
as it does, the space seems
to thin
losing form
not forever, though
Each violinist and cellist
rests their stories
slowly
one by one
Until there is only
a soft chime
that sings the world of the indescribable
out of being