Playful Light

Maybe light does not need strummed or banged to bring music into existence.

Maybe the play of light and shadow is music enough.

Like the dance of gravity. Of suns and planets. Of fathers entertaining babies. Of distance stretching over the curve of the earth. Clouds turning shape in the sky.

But then fingers arent light they are atoms joined in cooperation, a collection of things that make.

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