The Sound of Life

The sound of nothing makes me wonder about the entire subject; subject that captures our spirit in limitless regions of what exists here, and of what will exist forever.
Nothing, nothing absolutely nothing sounds when the nature speaks or talks, just the whisper of the trees, during a peaceful walking of the wind. The birds, clouds and many other natural things, start then, playing their part in the stupendous game, while the few men that are still inside the fascinating scenario, start understanding their role in the play. They should just be the watchers and keep silence during the event.
Silence, just silence; … silence and the beauty of course, the beauty of this marvelous music, created by the experts of harmony.
And I was there, in the middle of somewhere of this illusionary concert, trying to be part of something, trying to forget my human body, and trying to transform myself into something that I could never describe with simple texts or adjectives.
My heavy corpse was gone, now my flying brain was present with them, singing with them, and understanding their meaning while singing with exquisite voices and pleasant sounds about the glory and life that is here inside.
So, as a man, indescribable creature, or just as a normal spirit that was able to released from its own and natural body, I can tell you that I felt life from a very distinct perception that I was never able to see, as someone that has been entirely moored to his structure and gravy look.