the sound of the wind

Lilliputian were, the traces of her voice

yet ever tiny still, 

the gait that marked her path.

Without a word she summons 

her most obedient companion

and those who listen, 

were her most appreciated accomplice.

For far from the depths emerged

what some had never dared to seek 

the breath of cryptic silence...

I hear myself,

I hear myself

hear now, I breathe.

and with adamant fervor I let go

letting go 

 to evolve 

-a design-

most eloquent

and variably

ME

feel alive