Song Unseen
No choir seen, no mouths in sight—
Yet music swells and lifts the night.
The soul hears what the ears cannot—
A liturgy that time forgot.
In absence, something richer sings—
A harmony of hidden things.
A breeze arrives with fragrant blend,
Each scent a message angels send.
No form, no face, no voice, no hand—
Yet presence fills the unseen land.
The senses meet what mind denies—
The holy known by nose and skies.
