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A Ripple of Sound

December 25, 2018
By A-Writer SILVER, Pleasanton, California
A-Writer SILVER, Pleasanton, California
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Favorite Quote:
"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched-they must be felt with the heart."- Helen Keller


 A single note. 

 A mere chime of a trifling sensation.

 An echo.

 A whisper. 

 

 A fading sound, small, yet shaping the silence. 

 A fading sound, cradling the aura that might yet be perceived by the listener.

 A single note, with a dying remnant.

 

 A weak, small echo, that begins to ripple the solemn waters of silence. 

 A ripple. 

 A stroke of a harp.

 A touch of a string.

 A resonance.

 A whisper.

 A sliver of sound.

 A fruitful kiss of color to the gray waters of silence.

 A flourish.

 

 A persisting sustenance of sound. 

 A handcaressing the surface of the water.

 A chromatic perception of an ever lingering sound.

 

 A river.

 An ever continuing fantasy of sound and color.

 A fleeting dream of a swaying water.

 A sweeping lingering of a dancing ecstasy, more than an echo, more than a sound, more than a ripple- a dance of pure emotion. 

 A voice, a sound, a ripple, an echo. 

 A dip of a paintbrush, a stroke. 

 A sonorous sense of color.


The author's comments:

This is a poem of what music means to me- a sound that begins to break the silence transforming into a rush of sound and emotion. Sound is something that ripples the silence until it completely defies it, and changes it into something beautiful. 


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