The words taste like music
from worlds long ago
Each letter resavored
in harmonies old

Coming to harvest
their sweetness imbues
A cave for an orchard
in wall painted hues

Old symbols retilling
those questions inside
Reborn when discovered
then never to hide

The silos refilling
new birthrights to seed
Replanted within us
—a symphony freed

(The New Room: January, 2023)