Cup your hands around your mouth,
Whisper it into the nearest ear
like the children’s game Telephone.
We all want to know the secret.
A symphony of longing
Staccato, legato, forte, pianissimo,
sharp and flat
movement, theme and variation.
In the end,
when all the words have been played,
is a beauty we may or may not recognize.
4 thoughts on “Untitled”
Loved it! The ending lines are so beautiful and true! <3
What would be the title of this poem. Very nicely written.
Thank you Saki. I’m not sure about a title yet. I tried a few titles but none of them were quite right!