Whispering Beyond

While my eyes are searching, something else is urging, tugging at my heart.
While my mind is thinking, something else is springing, struggling to impart.
While my ears are listening, something else is glistening, sparkling in my soul.
While my fingers touching, something else is clutching, marking up the holes.
While my reason strengthens, something else does lengthen, beckoning through space.
While my logic hardens, something else is ardent, reckoning with grace.
While deduction tightens, something else does brighten, whispering beyond.
While my body’s proving, something else is moving me to e’er respond.