Within the sound

Can you hear me?
Can you hear me beside slain thoughts that re-incarnated to become visions hidden in rhythm?
Can you hear me?
Within sounds resembling sweat and strife, sounds bottled in glass house emotions stoned by saprophytic systems.
I am within the sound of Ella, heartfelt, the embodiment of the sound of blue like musical skies.
I am within the sound of Lady day, the mourns of strange fruits covered in the struggles of Harriett Tubman & the dreams of Douglass.
I am in the tune of wading in waters spiritual, swinging low like grass cutters in the valley, the conviction in the sound of Moses as he broke his peoples chains, the sound of parting waters to craft freedoms road; The unheard sounds of tears, the praise in prayer and the celebration in a smile.
Can you hear me?
Or should i be the sound that punches through your ears making your soul break dance within your flesh, dance like David did without your body moving an inch. Should i remind you who i am lest you remember who i am not?
I have been called many names, some true while others mock me, claiming i no longer inspire to make song or poem, that my sound no longer tattoos dreams and is only heard in screams or raging streams.
I wonder if you can hear me. For just as i heard them all, i too, hear you.
I still hear the joy and pain alike, the sound of birth and death. I hear hearts and translate what they feel but they praise my translation & forget the translator.
To those that know me,
I am the sound of love. I am the sound of hope. I am the sound of freedom.
I am deliverance. I am the sound of peace and the symphony of grace.
Hear me now & feel what you once thought escaped you. 
The sweetest sound ever known. 
The sound of I AM.