Symphony

So many noises, words that echo around the room:
Increasingly empty with each passing breath.
We write them down. We memorize them.
We’re asked to recite. We’re asked to care.
In a moment of weakness, we speak for ourselves.
Raise our voices - raise our eyes.
We dare to raise our standards.
And again, we write them.
Only moments later, the pages burn
Under the magnifying glass.
As all those who were themselves questioned,
Return to question us.
Yet epiphany will not fade so steadily.
Fight fire with fire,
And this time it works.
I never would have thought
That this was possible….
Not until I heard the voice that made every moment a symphonic crescendo.