Clearer than a whippoorwill
Quieter than an ivory key
More subtle than the raindrops still
Than the rustling fingers of the leaves
As an echo off a distant peak
As close as fireflies unique
And wide as the array of canvas oils
Which their stretch their colors etched beneath
Spill out by these aesthetic stills
By the gentling ripple of the wandering streams
Call out for where you can hear yourself
For there you will also find this me
Hear me. I wait. In the quiet corners.