The Phoenix Quill: Words Born of Fire, Inked in Truth

Through Pythagoras’ lens,
the truth unfolds,
A tale of matter that harmony holds.
Each stone,
each star,
each leaf,
each tree,
A melody frozen in eternity.

Atoms dance in a rhythmic embrace,
Their vibrations carving time and space.
A solid note,
a chord so grand,
The music of life in every strand.

The mountains hum with a deep,
low tone,
The rivers whisper,
their secrets shown.
The wind plays softly,
a flute on the air,
While fire’s crackle sings bold and rare.

All that we see,
and all we can feel,
Is music embodied,
its presence real.
A universe conducted by laws divine,
Each particle tuned to the cosmic line.

So hold the stone,
the flower,
the sky,
Hear their song with a listening eye.
For physical matter,
though still it seems,
Is the music of life,
the heart of dreams.

Art: ‘The Geometry of Harmony”