I, the Chronicler of Voices

~ go shatter a chandelier! ~

Acrylic on Canvas “ Origins” Farida Haque

Which road shall I travel,

I, the chronicler of voices?

My hourglass

runs fast and inexorably

and a million years

are not mine, a mere raconteur

But no matter.

Cartography of history

is all-embracing.

Topography

of story-telling,

familiar and compendious.

You will understand.

We make too much of our human noises.

Suppose for a decade or two we

give a Voice to inanimate things,

in fact, all of other life

lose memory of human expressions…

Tear away a baroque chandelier.

It comes down

with the roar of a lion.

Don’t run, it’s only crystal

Let it shatter —

You’re the baton master

And there you have it.

It all begins with an aria.

Trills of a roomful of hatchlings.