Sonnet 5

Prelude of lightless light and soundless sound.

Jet Black the clock that founts the tick of time.

Emptiness and sweet silence all abound.

Anticipation of beginning chime.

As lead conductor raises hand on high,

Kinetic talent waits for shoe to fall.

Baton like painted arrow set to fly,

And write the timeless tune upon the wall.

But from within the silence rose a song,

Beginning with the tiniest of bars.

To echo through the ages clear and strong,

Crescendo ever after to the stars.

 But was this song created all in vain,

And will it not all happen once again?