Wastelands

What good comes there from love at all if no one feels the flame If no one knows that there abides such joy inside a heart What music sings in someone’s ear if no one knows to listen If no one finds the how or where such serenade resides And what if no one sees the sun for fear of recognition should talents of our unique world be cloistered by the night What good can come from anything if not shared with mankind existence without knowledge is a wasteland shamed to tread