In the Beginning

In the Beginning

In the beginning was the Sound
The one tone which rang unfound
Without end, without change, unbound

A deafening roar but hearing nothing
Enveloping all yet holding nothing

No ocean or lake to contain its flow
No flowers, no leaves, no trunk to grow
No body, no bone, no skin to show

Yet behold the wave that came to roll
And hear the tone that came to toll

This moment caught the time which broke
A space from the drone which silence smote

Now shimmering in the awesome stillness
Now shivering on the shores of consciousness
Another note was sounding, singing
A melody was resounding, ringing

Separating and thus creating
Form was born with passion burning
Filled with song, the universe was breathing
And music wrote the worlds to being

~ little woo, 2002