Echo

Raindrop falls;
crumbled leaves
flutter
like chapped lips 
quivering
at the drop of tear,
wetting the cleave
of words unsaid.


The sound
of a caterpillar
crossing the stalk.
An evening 
contained
in the darkness 
of its 
shadows


The echo of 
a distant song 
lingers on.
No words, no harmony, no beat;
it resonates in the silence 
of nothingness.