Rote and His Talking Mirror #67

"Jedediah. Sasparilla. Abernathy. Aberdeen."

"What? Sleep-talking, are we, today?"

"Morning-glory. Fist and fury. Effervescence. Evergreen."

"In rhyme, I see."

"Purple hazard. Mister gizzard. Mustard melon. Fairy queen."

"What is this? A spot the biological term game?"

"I see you."

"Yes, I know. If you didn't you wouldn't exist. You. Are. A. Mirror. I think, ergo, I am - you see me, ergo, you exist."

"It was a variation in the rhyme scheme, Rote. Not an un-rhetorical un-question."

"Oh."

Symphony

The baton moved in a wide arc over their heads.
As the deep brass peals resonated through a thousand ear drums - something quivered in the foundations of the music hall.
It was new, built with the latest acoustic knowledge of the realms of sound, and filled with the best musicians in the world - an experiment, and achievement, the first of its kind - a musical symphony to best all others of its time.
The resonance created now had never been heard - never been felt before in the history of existence.
And these deep vibrations seemed to reach everywhere - and everything, traverse through the very molecules of the world.
But they had been underestimated. The resonance wasn't just reaching molecules - it was reaching the very fabric of space-time that held these molecules together.
And things were shifting.
And as the orchestra moved - with one single beautiful powerful wave of magnificent sound - so did the molecules of the world - and beneath them... space-time.
And with the loud percussion peal that marked the beginning of the first movement - somewhere within the molecules, within the atoms, within the quarks, far far within where space circled in on itself - a tight circle of brilliant energy began resonating with the bang - spinning and splitting into little bits of the primal matter - and moving out - to create space.
The orchestra continued, the music moved in chords and notes and harmonies. As the frequencies changed, the resonance miraculously survived - and with each new lovely sound - new lovely things began to happen to the universe that had just been birthed somewhere within.
It would last as long as the music lasted - go through miracles with each miraculous bar - sing with it - and die with it.