In this temple of sound,

the sounds are speechless speech,

the sounds are feeling tones that feel,

joined choirs of sound that sing

their messages

into hushed faces, into the insides of

listening flesh, touched motionless

by sound:

within these rhyming walls,

inside this shell that rolls in curving

eloquence,

beneath the forceful thrust of circling

line on line.

To hear such themes as dreamers

dream,

or clutch wild, giant seas,

or smell clean, tumbling air,

or laugh at crashing waterfalls,

or scream at silent night,

inspires the new, allows the old to be.

Hearing such themes, we melt

in ecstasy.