Sonic

Sonic

In the hush of midnight air,
A tremor rides the breath of night,
A ripple spreads through earthen square,
A pulse that flickers, swift and bright.

It sings in whispers, low and deep,
In thunder’s crack, in violin’s sigh,
Each note a feather, swift to leap,
A sonnet spun beneath the sky.

From distant hills to city’s hum,
The vibration weaves its quiet thread,
Binding every beat, every drum,
In resonance where thoughts are fed.

So listen close to what you hear—
The world’s own heart, a sonic sphere.