Where It Comes From

Poems are music.
You think that music comes
from the skin. It comes
from the hollow
inside the drum, inside the cello
inside the cells of the heart.
Every void is full of echoes
of God's voice, unmasked
by solid substance.

Poems are echoes
of emptiness singing praise
in a silent room.

Inspired by a prompt on Poetic Asides: Why you started writing poetry.
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