A note rises—thin as a thread fragile as breath—yet unstoppable
Silence tightens its grip alarmed
My voice moves anyway stretching into forbidden air
Quiet is powerful but not eternal
Vibration cracks the stillness;dust dances like newborn fireflies
Walls awaken recognizing the signature of sound
My heart leans into the rhythm it long avoided
A melody forms from the pieces I once mourned
The room changes shape obedient to music’s authority
Broken things glow as if grateful to be heard again
Silence retreats to a corner nursing its wounds
Song victorious fills every hidden crevice
When the final note settles the world is larger
My chest feels like a cathedral reclaiming its choir
Silence bows defeated yet dignified
My song survives