Through the canopies of pressed steel
the roots murmur of forgotten echoes;
winds whispering tales of rusted chains,
cyclones churning outside the box,
where trees and machines regale in rhythm.
Observers report the convergence of sine waves
entangling with branching memory,
each bolt and leaf carrying tales
decrypted in their warmth under the sun's caress.
Under acid rain, a soft sigh bounces off
the hollow length of metallic limbs link
until steel turns to wood, fusing
in a piano of silent frequencies.
Tracks of Silence | Chain Reactions Journal | Reverberating Knots