There are echoes on the mantel piece
of places unforetold
There are echoes on the gardens bench
of places unbeknownst
There are echoes in a courtyard
of the longing between souls
There are echoes in the chambers
of such secrets to be told
There are echoes in my heart for the names of long lost songs As a droplet breaks the surface the beat reverberates with purpose As the droplet becomes one
the echoes turn it back to
none









