Small sounds

Small sounds in shrubbery do soar upon light wings,
as brought in beaked becoming, sudden bright,
they light upon each lingered leaf to rise,
and ripple through the branched, enveloped realms,
which shrouds the days and nights of creatured things.

Each fluff of flimsy feather in exuberant soft shudder,
does herald joys which trill from tiny mouths,
as if the angels whispered by their sides,
that choirs were called to summon love and lilted life,
in tunes which only they could surely utter.

Such tiny heralds of the world made manifest,
in notes of trickling substance, wrought delight,
in being which had little other point or summoned purpose,
and yet which sailed on songs that are not written,
to robe this universe  each dawn in royal dress.

Signature song

The music sounds eternal,
in signature of song,
as human, flower or stone;
as who we do become.

The notes in pure vibration,
speak easily of being,
and bring all things to birth;
create what we do see.

In life so instrumental,
and consciousness as tune,
through particles and waves;
so everything is born.

And when there is a harmony,
and notes vibrate as one,
then all is pure connectedness;
made manifest as Love.