The strings of the violin
begin the music
followed by two voices.
 
The strings keep reverberating
but make no sound
I can hear.
 
The sound waves dissipate
into something else
like a ghost.
 
The singer takes a breath
and the strings come back
pleased to be needed.
 
The big mysteries
stay that way for a reason
only revealing themselves at very high speed.
 
The congruence of waves
and particles
and joy.

Creating everything.