the sounds of music

it begins

quietly, a sweet clear note,-
tenacious;
cutting through the moment,
shifts time and space.
a breath of ecstasy held-
precariously.

notes tumble and slide
like waterfalls in their youth.
it is the sound of calling, back,
to the knowledge of milleniums.
it is the sound of nature's dominion,
the call of the wild,
the call of the past.
the sound that recalls me
to the trees and the waves and the hills,
to the sensation of my limbs entwined
with your limbs,
my skin sweet on your skin.
it is the sound
of souls meeting,
it is the possibility
of a home, never discovered,
only imagined.
it is the face of God
in a godless mind.