I stop
and listen
to the sound
of water
caressing stone
water running
along a path
it doesn’t know
water that
doesn’t stop

I stop
to watch
how she
juts & jumps
how she bubbles
how she glides
her sweet dance
flows
with whatever
goes

I stop
to look
more deeply
the shapes
she makes
her moving art
the sounds
the more to hear
her voice croons
her rhythm soothes
her melody roams

And I see
And I hear

She is not alone
each stone
each grain of sand
a leaf, a strand of moss
invisible mortals
are all instruments
and fellow musicians

This theatre
an interplay of
all existence.