Still life

Silent waves draw me in,
until every inch of me,
is filled with your beauty.

Out of your emptiness,
something new is born,
in the wakening of a bird.

I love to hold you,
in every sense of my being,
I see everything,
in your nothingness.

Silent membranes,
create sound waves,
only the purest soul can hear.

There is nothing,
and yet,
there is everything.

In this still life,
a creation is born,
in the utmost silence.