Symphony Of The Eternal

Symphony Of The Eternal

In the silent breath of space and time,
Where echoes dance, sublime,
A symphony unseen takes form,
In whispered waves,
both soft and warm.

The stars,
like strings,
in tension sing,
Each planet hums,
each comet’s wing,
A melody carved from light and fire,
Notes ascending,
ever higher.

The earth beneath,
so firm,
so sure,
Yet quivers with a pulse so pure.
Its mountains rise,
its oceans swell,
A bassline deep,
a timeless spell.

Atoms weave their delicate song,
Matter sways,
where it belongs,
In rhythms dense and harmonized,
Music,
seen through earthly eyes.

Pythagoras dreamed of cosmic ties,
Of frequencies that never die.
In solid stone and fleeting breeze,
The chords of God sing endlessly.

For what is flesh but frozen tone?
A harmony the heavens own.
Each life,
a note,
each heart,
a beat,
A verse complete,
a love discreet.

And so,
this world,
both vast and small,
Is but a hymn to the All.
A symphony of grace and might,
Eternal music bound in light.

© 2024 Samantha SYRNICH TLC

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Published by Samantha Syrnich TLC

About The Hand Behind The Phoenix Quill— I’ve lived many lives within one — some born of light, some forged in fire. Each left its mark, and in the ashes, I found my voice. The Phoenix Quill was never just a name; it became my heartbeat — a place where pain turned to purpose, and truth was no longer something to survive, but something to share. I am a poet, artist, advocate, and storyteller — guided by a love that refuses to die quietly. Through words and imagery, I tell stories of resilience, of rising when the world says you’ve fallen too far. My work carries pieces of the people and places that shaped me — veterans, children, the voiceless, the forgotten — and the fire that demanded their stories be heard. Every poem, every painting, every creation under The Phoenix Quill is born from that promise: to turn heartbreak into healing, to honor truth even when it burns, and to remind others that they, too, can rise. This is my life’s work — to give voice to the silence, hope to the weary, and beauty to the broken. Welcome to The Phoenix Quill: Words Born of Fire, Inked in Truth. Where ashes become art — and every word remembers how to rise.

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