Shards of noise
Blasts of light
Echoes tripping from
Mouth to mouth
We feel our way, fearful
Creating mazes of sound,
utterance, gesture, scribbling
To make a path through
Or create a quiet shelter,
Shouting these blasts
And flinging these shards
While we look desperately into
The tunnel leading down and away
Or we might dance, might play,
Making up words, making up sounds.
Throw color and song. And laugh,
Spray painting this maze, a new world on its walls.