Echo

My voice is an echo

Changing and moving like clouds in the sky

Traversing around the world 

Disappearing and reappearing as necessary 

 

Coming from here

And going to there

I gather words from everywhere 

 

My voice is an echo

The corners of the earth are my playground 

Each syllable is a strum on the guitar notes 

Trying to strike the best chords in the key of life 

 

Sometimes I’m like thunder with the bolt

But I can be silent 

I know how important a Pause is and a need for rest

But I cannot be Muted 

 

My voice is an echo

deliberate repetition 

agreement with past choruses

Sung by life’s choristers

Only myself is competition

 

I am an instrument 

Playing my heart out for the crowd hoping that someone will take my music and yell it from the mountain top

 

My voice is an echo

A locating system that helps me remember where I am in the sequence of time

I am present to all that I am 

I plant seeds now with the future in mind 

 

These words are my living testament 

Transcending what eyes can see or

What ears can hear 

But what you feel directly at the core of

Your being 

 

My voice is an echo

I choose to speak

And I will continue to say things on behalf me and on behalf of you