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.