Going uncelebrated
The best words
Great music
Were never written
Because we’re too busy
To celebrate the whispering
Echoes of what might be
Nitpicking through our persnickety lives
Ignorant know-it-alls
Drifting with the aimless
Illusion of purpose
Not knowing what we don’t know
We can’t hear
The song that wasn’t written
But it’s there
Under the surface
Waiting –
It’s joined by unwritten words
Multitudes of them
Songs and words
A symphony of silence
And I’m asking you
Here and now
To try to listen
To my imagination
And the grief I feel
For the potential
Of what could have been written
And the notes that still echo
Somewhere
— Jerry Danielsen