The Hush That Falls Over The Crowd

When we are free there will be silence
Silence because there won't be a sound fit to express it all

All of our feelings of Love,
Admiration,
Trust,
Empathy,
Compassion,
and Worth,
Will be expressed through us and not merely by us. 

From somewhere within this mortal form
the eternal vibration of sound manifests itself
as the countless functions of Living and Being

Breath sees us as it's children and cares for us as best it can
But there are some things so beautiful
that even Breath is awestruck
and must stop for a brief moment in forever
Just to Witness
We can only aspire to that beauty,
dream to be that breath-taking

Where are you amongst the clutter?
If I follow the warmth of your exhale will I find you there?
Underneath all the rubbish I would toss aside
would you be the unpolished jewel that I could find?
Would you be the lead awaiting its transformation?
The performer who takes the stage just for that moment,
when the curtains open,
and the hush falls over the crowd?