This post is for all those who instead of putting words on the page, speak them. I have much love and respect for all those that do.

speaking words that flow from the soul
into the air, away they go
reflecting sounds ebb and flow
a natural order set forth
artfully sewn

weaving rhythms
words build, stream and roll
revelations unfolding
stories told
the ears perceive, the mind knows

each word a piece
a sign 
the goal

remembered rapture
the senses hone
the meaning, the beginning
the end unknown

and so is revealed 
a truth, a song
the unfettered letter
that speaks no wrong

spoken clearly
what I heard 
you spoke
now known

thought, word
your own

then stop

the words are done
the sound and rhythm gone
but the knowing remains
the creation begun