Sound Poem by Clinton Siegle

The sound meant something. The sound vibrated across the small space in the room. Suddenly, a smell came into being. It arose from what or where no seeing eye could see anything there. It stunk like a small baby skunk being frightened if there was an eye in there it would have teared up and cried. Just a smell was created to endure inside the room for a time. Shortly another sound was heard. The sound vibrated through the smell creating a cloud visually one could see. This was the magic of words in the box room. Soon scientists would investigate to see what could purely be created by what was heard. Only sound was aloud into the room which created with words. The room showed smells, visualized words; one had to think what about words? The magic of sound.