The Singing Bowl.

Within The emptiness of the bowl,
lies the potential.
Within the stillness of the pottery,
Flows the vibration.

The movement of the hand,
Signals the intention.
The striking of the baton,
Provides the release.

Silence becomes sound, until,
Sound fades and becomes silence.
Yet the vibration never stills
Completely.

Within the confines of the mind,
Stirs the thought
Which fades
But never ends completely.