the sound the lines make

As flight is aerodynamically inclined so to the lines of colour simulating an explosion of wings to the sky.


A gnarled tree lends a branch to a dove in communication with an angel rising from the folds of a fallen feather.


Anticipation predicts a concentric continuance of the pattern ever outward just as seen before the stone fell from the hand artist playing medium games.


Lines leading off to nowhere resist the temptation to follow the road to its logical conclusion.


If the sound of silence is empty there must be no other sound to vibrate without making noise like lines pulsate when concentration shifts to the concept of something without nothing.