Sometimes, when we sing along— we act like we know the words…

Life is much like -this.

Except we are making the words up, yet always it is a tune.

Or music, a melody, a feeling, something…

This is the sound of nothing.

It is no less it is no more, because of this…

Maybe you have had a glimpse, heard a peculiar humming, or remembered something that never happened…

Can you find the words?

There is none

There is many…

There is one.

Here, now..

I leave the last to you.

 

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Published by Tom Lopes