Century Magazine/Volume 48/Issue 2/Visible Sound

by Ellen Jane Knight Bradford

     If human voice may on the plastic disk
     Breathe into being forms of beauty rare,
     And we may see the voices that we love
     Take shape and color, infinitely fair,

     May not the lofty mountains and the hills
     Be voice of God; his song, the gentle flowers;
     His chant, the stars’ procession, and alas!
     His only sigh, these human hearts of ours?