I am
I am the steel sheet behind the curtain, that tremble and shake to create the thunder sound in the play.
The soundwaves cascades far out beyond my world, heard by ears belonging to people i have never, and will never, meet. It will be heard as the back drop behind someone break up, and far in the distance when sitting in front of the fire. It will be heard by hunters and gatherers who died thousands of years ago, it was the last sou d to be heard by people leaving the earth for space one final time.
Yet I just feel the shivering and the trembling.