Like instinct
it happens,
the quiet is poignant,
attention sharpens
as his voice
fills the room

It is delicate
but intense,
filling cavities with stares,
where pleased eardrums
recognize a truth

There's significance
by intimate hints,
proving a box
is not bound
by dimensions

While listeners absorb
devotion discharged,
he's relentless
with reverence
and mercy

Then a spare blaring pause
these echoes cause
reveals
this was his plan
all along