2/6/24 – 3:51 PM
Can you hear me?
Does anybody care to read these lines?
A constant singing into quiet darkness,
wishing for a voice to harmonize back,
these words flow through my mind and
fall into a collection of writings I don't
know if anyone will ever read or revere.
I worry I'll run out of words to write,
or that I'll eventually tire from their call,
before anyone holds them in their head and
hears the music they carry for all to hear.
So much time and passion runs through
each stroke of my drying pen;
is silence my only audience in the end?

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