before there was a brain to name it
blackness hovered in a silent void
before there was a soul to feel it
love waited in the potentiality of dust
before any star grew to critical mass
the light drifted in random photons
before imagined gods intruded
one ruling law waited for notice
before there was a song to sing
music floated on quantum waves
time's unabated vibration proceeded
with no clock to measure its pulse
till every beat was set in the stone
for a brief bequest of resonance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Explain me the last two verses, Barry.I found all the others magnifique! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !