I slide back to the past
in total silence…
Today I remembered those whispers,
sounds that were soft and constant,
a crystalline, crisp trickle like a tiny creek.
The soul’s whispers suddenly irrupted
while I was situated behind the scenes.
On the other side,
the stage, the play, the performers, the audience
were “acting” as they always do,
putting on a show
and existing just for the “appearance” of it.
Behind the spectacle
sensing from backstage,
between the drop curtains,
I could hear life…
From afar,
I couldn’t comprehend the show
nor the costumes or the scenario.
From either side, the figures were blurry,
I could barely hear the whispers.
Almost without noticing,
it seemed as I could hear their souls.
These sounds came to me as a distant murmur,
only their cadence as words was distinguishable.
The people were not
what they appeared or sought to be.
Their souls whispered something different…
Today, I remember those whispers,
those sounds soft and constant,
a crystalline, crisp trickle like a tiny creek.
They were…the soul’s whispers.