Silver mercury drips from my fingertips,
I breathe and the glass begins to sing.
Reflections swirl like unborn galaxies—
I dive, the surface bends to let me in.
Time liquefies, yesterday floats next to tomorrow;
I wave, they ripple into one.
Strum a note, it circles back a serpent of light,
Echoes bloom, then fold themselves gone.
In this mirror made of motion I dissolve,
A silhouette of sound that never was.