The sound was sonorous
and never loud.
It carried casually, reverberating implausibly through the marrow;
Echoing off edges, imperfections and cavernous recesses.
it sounded softly, spreading through the soul’s spaces.
It had charisma.
Attraction.
Punctuation.
It sung in silence, basked in pauses.

It had powerful movements,
a flame brought to fruition from
single ember to raging forest fire.
The sentences beat strokes
and fanned the inferno of thought.
It was heat to power cogs.
Each phrase moved mental turbines
to power lights in neural cities,
to pass as a light through darkness.

As much as it ached with fire of meaning,
the chords of vocal music flow long,
like rivers strummed by fingers strong as giants.
Its sound undulates among the minds terrain.
With the waves of simple symphony,
a single voice can deluge on the ocean of thoughts,
washing out weaker words, weaker voices,  
and erode the heart of society
leaving the sediment of something new
to glimmer in the river bed.