Sound me out with the hammer.
Hollowness may be in these bones
That gives structure to frame and flesh.

Sound me out with a tuning fork.
High notes sharp major or minor
Vibrate the strings of my nerves.

Sound me out with crashing cymbals.
Shattering the dreams built on sands
Rebuild the house of my hope and faith.

Sound me out in this silence.
Tune me to the orchestra of the universe
With stars moon sun and galaxies for an audience.