The Silent Song of the Nascent Crystal

Through dense veils of still water,
where invisible weaves are drawn,
an atom gently inclines to another,
and in the shadow a mute song is born.
No human ear can ever hear it,
yet it vibrates, slight and fine, a breath.

It is geometry that blooms without haste,
a harmony of perfect edges awakening.
Each bond a chord, each face a refrain,
in the slow rising of a clear castle.
It has no tone of voice, nor deep echo,
but a pure resonance in the sinking essence.

It is the mineral’s primordial voice,
a melody without space or interval.
A promise sculpted in opaque matter,
before the ray finds it and reveals it.
Whispering forms, densities, and secrets within,
to the mute abysses of eternal worlds.