I hear voices singing differently

Through written words

Whether penciled on a page

Or formed through the rapid dancing of fingers

On a yielding keyboard

 

Words that are composed within the mind

Are a flowing current rushing toward its destination

Or perhaps a stumbling and broken train of thought

Searching for new directions

 

We are possessed of so many thoughts and emotions

Forming responses to living and breathing that

Are expressed so we can understand

We explore depths of ideas 

Beckoning listeners over and over,

“Come, hear my voice. I’m seeking to understand”

 

I will share this secret

Between us there exists a force of positive and negative particles

Building up electric tension that begs to be unleashed

 A truly spoken word that is heard is the flash of lighting

Connecting one part to another in a brilliant flash of energy

The rumble of thunder chases after it

Never able to overtake the instant of electric release