Oh God!nnThe sound they must have heard in the distance:nnA wilderness of sound and movement repeating itself acrossnThe narrows of mountainsides, the cries of creatures crashingnAgainst cold rock, human voices heralding the hillside.nnTheir bellows bounding ripe with resonancenFrom here unimportant call received the all important answer.nOh goddess who bore us what we must have done to have buriednYour daughters and prayed for a son.nnThe wind and the rain spoke a language of wondernTo a species rising thickly to a dialogue with thundernIn the empty place between better and worsenLanguage unravels and irony hurts.nnIn the common place between hunger and thirstnThe words that define us a blessing and cursenThe words that confine the ideas traversed the earnTo hear the song without verse, the sound of the sound of the soundnUtter first, the burst into nothing so sudden and soft.nnThe silence inside you when the music has stopped.