My life has come to resemble
A written symphony unheard
Played amidst a forest
No audience observed
 
The sound of one hand clapping
Said some ancient, wise proverb;
The crash of one tree falling
Leaves no trace when its not heard
 
A bottle adrift upon the ocean
Unopened, contents never shared
An echo missed rebounding
Never known that I had cared
 

02/27/2000

Posted on 11/06/2001
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