The Rippling Quiet

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In the dark of the night…

Such soul touching quiet

That I'd never felt before

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An honest worn timbre, piano keys falling, immersed

Ancient primal heartbeat

Muffled rhythmic

P u l s e s

Gelatinous background intertwining

Each hair-thin twist of audio panorama

Together…

A silent, all-seeing spectre

Familiar

Yielding

Earnest

Russet-streaked apples and the fading dusk

Earth, soil, the closed-eyed acceptance of

Gaia's serenity

Such physicality,

Such raw, understated passion that

I could barely comprehend

Melody striking recognition, unexpected, from within my heart

Tired, kindly saxophone notes

Mind's voice

Culminating red crescendo descending softly into

Steady acceptance

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Life.

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Weary pieces of me, washing away

Tentative

Bits, tearing calmly off a photograph

Leaving

Pure essence

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Reflection

Knowledge.

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A/N: This was unexpected. My inspiration had just about up and left…until tonight. It's pretty late…it's morning actually. Kind of apprehensive about posting this...I've got a feeling this is pretty much a mishmash of nothing. But listening to Miserere by Cat Empire just gave me the creeps...it's such a beautiful, beautiful song. To the person who sent it to me, thank you so much.:) I'm sorry if the poem is totally unclear...it was just how I felt while listening to the song.

Perhaps some things should just be felt instead.:)