Ethereal fingers of the Absolute

Ethereal fingers of the Absolute touch the fringes of my mind like ghosts playing at a harp. I hear them, but what is really there? Or did they touch me, but make no sound? I know people came before me and walked this very canyon. They were me, yet we never were. Ever deepening silence is the route of my words, guided by an opening from within, swallowing all.