The Listening Light

I stepped into the old stone chapel,
its door half-swallowed by ivy,
its windows dusted in the hush of years.
A single beam of afternoon
cut through the dusk like a blessing.
Dust floated like memory,
and the stones exhaled
a silence older than prayer.

I thought I was alone
until I saw the girl—
no older than longing,
fingers gliding over glass bowls
as if to summon a bird
without frightening it.

Then, from somewhere unseen,
the organ began to breathe—
soft chords rising
like roots beneath her sound,
a second soul
woven through the first.

She did not look up.
But the music they drew
turned the air to light,
and the dust began to dance—
each mote a tiny spark
in the hush between notes.

And something in me opened—
as if the silence
remembered my name.

And there,
between the echo and the breath,
the light listened.
And let me listen too.

— William Zeitler

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