The Sound of Stones

The sound of stones in a running brook shape the trees as they dream of flight.

The near-silence is imperceptible except to those who listen for the murmuring of the flower and the fledging of the leaf, and for the lament of the enflamed and the fallen when summer comes to an end.

Yet the night wakes, radiant, the sound of tympani, and the pounding of thunder and fire at their feet.

The drumming beneath us all that shapes the sound of stones as we sleep.

— March 14, 2026 —
Canandaigua, New York