Before Stages Were Built
Before stages were built,
before curtains rose,
music was already breathing —
in rivers, in winds, in the hush of morning light.
It was not made for spectacle,
nor for applause.
It was made for the soul’s own speech —
the one that needed no words,
no witness,
only sky and earth to hear it.
When you listen truly,
you do not sit in an audience.
You return
to the song that was always singing,
with or without you.
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