Waves of Sound

Before the beat There’s room Before the pulse There’s you A sound appears Then slides Across the air It bends It fades But something here Doesn’t Move The kick hits The body answers The tone rises The ground stays The sound is passing The field remains The rhythm shifts The space sustains No edge No frame Just Holding A low vibration Through bone Feels close Like home It fills the skin Then goes But what it moves in Never Flows Not silence Not noise Just presence Before the choice Every wave Needs A place The sound dissolves The field Stays