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Multi-channel stream meanders in the carved valley,
concert of murmur cascades melody on sculpted rock.
I place my ears on the flow of the whistling air,
but the sound of music flies past me unheard.
Summer rains fall in torrent on parched tree,
the rhythm of aria ripples on dancing leaves.
I keep my subtle senses alert in the scene,
but the symphony fades away unperceived.
Out of sync sounds I can’t relate to, dissipate
in the depth of silence.

From the cacophony of unnerving distraught clamor
voices return unlistened to where they came from,
for the stark reality remains hidden unsaid
in unreachable abyss of marooned minds.
On the winter path tracing infinite distance
feelings freeze like sleet on trail unwalked.
Buds of emotion withers away unbloomed
in the forlorn frigid shore of arctic hearts.
I want to reach out to all these cold people,
but their faces drift away like formless cloud
beyond the sea of silence.

On the tranquil shore of life waves of tempest break,
the palace of fantasy I build with the sands of time,
no one comes in, collapses in water grave,
for people disappear in engulfing noise
of wind-swept trees and surging waves.
Detached, I hear the primordial tune within
where slice of universal soul in me resonates
with the sound of silence.

July 28, 2019

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