When there is nothing left the senses but sound
Even the silence between us will make that sound.
Each breath we take reverberates past our ears
And fills the empty space with cascades of sound.
There is no quiet place that we can keep closed
To keep the soul from hearing our silent sound.
Like circles in water nearing unknown shores,
our reach extends out from the center of sound.
We are but echoes of distant faded chimes;
You and I can only imagine the sound.
10 MAY 2003
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