And yet as an image it sings its own song.

Photograph by T.Adams

The singer’s voice speaks,

it is not essential to understand the words

it is enough to be captured by the beauty of the sound , we stand transfixed in our own personal mindscape of the pitch, cadence, rhythm,

Oh! – The simplicity of vibration.

As a child whistling with my brother amazed at the distortion created when the two frequencies clashed what an experience existing yet spawned by neither of us.

This image is offered to as a homage to that, which does not exist but is there,

Without light the word is not visible, if the book remains closed, although that  inside which exists it is not seen.

And yet as an image it sings its own song.