Bard

The deafening silence of
a tremulous void roars to
instantaneous life
Filling the final spiraling arm
of a shimmering multi-tonal galaxy

Unfurling layers of boiling heavy metals
Spilling meandering gaseous mists into the
lightless iron-clad emptiness

The germinal empowerment
of the infinite black
sucks all existent distractions
from within the bounds of its
titanic gravitational pull
until the song within is
fed, ready to emerge, renewed

A cosmically rendered orchestra strikes up
prelude forever mute
Each mote of stardust freely floating
every one alone
in the growing spaces of the universe

Eternally moved by the glory of
this sacred genesis, every particle inured
Rejoicing in secretive hymn
Illuminating the streak of twinkling
wishing stars, mounted and set on
dripping graduated strands
of un-mined gold, silver, and copper

Draped, a moondust veil across
eternally burning supernova eyes
Color, sound, and matter all synthesized
to transform the previously written melody
into incessantly assembling destiny

Trailing a gown of ice dust
piled high with curling ribbons of plasma
bouncing and swirling with
frenetic intensity
Blasting comets with the harmony
of a Starfire heart

Expanding and contracting
with spectacular rhythm
vibrations driving all galactic progression

Explosions of tangible light
directing the choreographed
ecstatic salutation of all atomic satellites

Theoretical sound
still unable to traverse the
vacuous void

The absence of audible noise
clouding up in nebulous waves
breaking on the shores of
Saturn’s reeling rings

Searching for an end to the
absolute hush
Riding the high frequency of belief
Leaping from peak to peak

Every atmospheric barrier
experiences a blasting sonic push
as her inner gravity densifies and pulls
Searching out her worshipful singers, feeling their lust
Drawing their creation’s power into her own

With staccato bursting poses
graceful whipping whirls
corporeal reality is broken through

Bard emits one clear note
An aural boost passing through
all in its wake
Creation and destruction, opposite sides
of the same flipping golden plate

In trembling awe
all hearing her radiant song fall
Some prostrate, kow towing supplicate
Others, kneeling, expectant faces
upturned in desperation

Searching for answers as
those they seek rain down
Yet, none satisfy the all-consuming
longing for inner peace

An iridescent sky filled with
magnificence and thunderous intonations
reigns above followers, begging the Mother of Melodies
that she should grace their
wanting ears
with mind-flaying arias

Sung off the breath, she took
of the scouring solar winds
now reformed into The Siren’s Suite
wreaking a contagious insanity
across the
bulging breadth and plunging depth
of this star-struck mockery of humanity
from the unfathomable length and
immeasurable width of every
unknown deteriorating galaxy

Only able to grow
no matter the instrument
or presentation of power
With every line and phrase complete
another quadrant blasted in a sonic shower

Unable to bring her brilliant form onto the same
dark divergent plane
All mortal life disintegrates in ashen
submission to her intemperate
wrath fueled display

Where is there
for mortality to run and hide
When Bard, Goddess of Song
opens the vibrant chords of the cosmos
Unleashing her mounting dismay
every megaton of energy powering
her inevitable transition
from glorious night into life surrendering day

Radiance incomparable
choir calling in a language
ancient, pure

A host of star-shine sirens
bathing in an intergalactic sea
rising to a shattering crescendo
Accompanied by a newly-born
phalanx of meteoric harpy
in one harmonic infusion
uniting voices strike a blast
reverent and holy

Together, basking on the
beaches of sunfire-soaked islands
Volume, luminance, and mass
all increasing equally fast

As Bard finally seats herself on a
vacillating throne of mercurial fire
to a preponderance of clattering applause
adorned in the beauty and
majesty of the myth and legendary pageantry
applied to her celestial court
as royal robes and breastplate

Her newfound gravitas
collecting planets and stars
clouds of glimmering void touched dust
waves of radiation rebounding in
every minute reflection

Royal guards flying in every
conceivable direction through
her newfound collection of
prismatic sound-floating air

A new target enters her growing
atmospheric bubble
settling into an elliptical
orbital pattern

Drawing into her direct line of sight
instead of provoking her unfiltered ire
This new universe of song
order starts to acquire
Penitent entities throng to her
perfectly tuned
galaxy in its infancy

K.B. Silver