The call of primacy, the sounds of silence

The cool breeze of autumn leaves
In the comatose blue evening
Bowing are the orange lamps
shining on tree's nests, empty.

Diamonds dot the deep green mountains
Above, giant soaring eagles beckon
Freshness flowing in the air
Flowers swaying in unison.

Bellowing of cello strings
Hopping of the piano keys
A bright crescent with a star
and the shimmering seas beneath.

The call of my primacy,
As I take a deep breath in,
and out, the sounds of life's silence
with its everlasting peace.