As the light is seen

It strikes down
And the sound is still
As the light is seen
What is heard is disturbed
From its place in the sun
As it covers the moon
It circles the room
As there is no space
It is replaced
By colors that fill its space
As it contracts and expands
To a multiverse of creation
It then again circles
As a revolver
In a revolution in motion
And those who hear
See it as it is
Never deviating in spheres
It is viewed as a picture
Then it falls to the sun
And rises by the moon
And disappears from view