What can be written that has yet to be written?

What can be said that has been left unsaid?

If eyes cannot see and ears cannot hear, what can make the heart feel?

How do I make another’s heartbeat increase?

 

Which words will fit together to create emotions as songs do?

Will they sing along?

Will they dance to the rhythms of truth?

Will they delight in the freedom of inhibitions?

 

But when the music stops, will they continue to believe?

What if they cannot dance without having tangible evidence?

Where do we stand when this true trial begins?

How do we keep each other dancing in the quietness?

 

When there is no beat, no melody, no lyrics, do we attempt to sing acapella?

Do we shout to hit decibels that only amplifiers can reach?

Can just our syllables create unconscious reactions the way a driving bass drum can?

Or will our inflections evoke emotions the way a simple chord progression does?

 

What if this does work, is the impact just as grand?

If we attempt acoustic encouragement, can we still expect an electric response?

Why must it be so loud to stir our insides?

Why must it blind us before we attempt to see?

 

Can they not just imagine how great?

If it takes extremities, how strong is our faith anyway?

Is this why we write even if it has been written or reiterate inspired words and phrases?

So in hopes that the lyrics and rhythms are contagious enough for a change to spark?