Stillness in the Vibration

There is a subtle tremor, a constant murmur,
That weaves through air, the rocks, and time itself;
A long, incessant wave, like diamond sound,
That never, ever shall be broken down.

But in its core, between high crest and deep trough,
Resides a void of air, a breath held low,
A point without echo, a faint lament
Of the pause that sound has integrated so.

It is not absence of motion, nor lack of voice,
But the sacred interval where vibration finds its ease,
To find itself whole, in a silent source of choice,
That welcomes every note into primordial peace.